Heart of the City by Steenz for August 21, 2003

Transcript:

Mrs. Angelini: My mother, she was the pasta maker. But my Aunt Grace, who lived upstairs, she was the baker... Whenever you walked into our apartment house, the whole place smelled of spaghetti gravy, anisette cookies and fresh coffee. Always. And my Aunt Grace, you never left her place empty-handed. Even if it was only toast! Once, she gave me a shower curtain, just to give me something! Heart: Well, it ain't "The Osbournes." Dean: Maybe when we edit it we can add some bleeps so it looks like she's cursing.