The Real Thing

This past summer, my husband and I took a trip to Boson and New York with our pastor and his wife. They’re a delightful couple and we enjoyed taking in the historic sites. We walked the streets of Little Italy in Boston, amid rain storms that stopped as soon as they started. During one such dash into a bakery (where else would I take shelter in the middle of a downpour? LOL), we ate canoli’s and as I looked out the window, I saw a sign that made my mouth drop open. You can see by the photo what it is. If you’ve read ALL THE RIGHT ANGLES, you’ll figure out the connection. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was the “real” thing. A figment of my imagination come to life. Who knew?!