Many of you have e-mailed me asking about Rocco. This morning, walking down the hill to the market, a car honked. When I looked inside and waved, there was Rocco and his dad. They zipped by but then surprised me by circling around and stopping traffic so that I could peer in the window and talk to my favorite friend. He didn’t say a word to me – just looked. I was glad to see him but a wee bit concerned.
When I got to Bar Elimar, I asked his aunt what was up and got the incredibly positive report. He is able to talk, eat, do just about anything a kid can do. She reminded me that Rocco often looked at the crazy American lady who sounded weird.
Rocco is happily home. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers.
Midge
Nonna's Mulberry Tree 
Good to hear. I’ve been thinking about this little guy and am glad he is on the mend. Let’s hope he has no more “adventures” like that.
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