Letters to the Editor
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It's not about the Sopranos!!
Ok, it's not what happens to the Sopranos that matters. It's what we do when it ends. It's the Monday morning calls with my brother and ex-husband to discuss some Soprano tidbit.
It's the nuanced commentary on urban development, politics and parenting. Yes, the big story is fun, but the stuff that I will miss is the spot on understanding of having a slacker son and a fiesty daughter. It's the Soporano's discovering sushi after years of only eating Italian and realizing heh, it's great. It's the pokes at Starbuck's. It's the loonie bits of Paulie with his prissy old maid clean freak paranoia and I am a hurt little boy neediness of a psycho killer. It's the manic loud sister cooking the dead woman's ziti. The Soprano style intervention with Christopher. It's the Italian woman not wanting to leave her toe nail clippings for others to do witchcraft on her. It's Paulie realizing that his American Italianess is really not a lot like the real Italians. I found that the in between, the filler, is what kept me coming. And I must say, it's Gandolfini, you gotta love the guy.
Ciao Toni, we will miss you.