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	<title>Comments on: Been tagged.   I&#8217;m it</title>
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		<title>By: Tony Primerano</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tony Primerano</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2007 01:22:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I actually liked dad&#039;s scary friends.  Everyone wanted to be a tough guy or a mobster but they were all good at heart.  Or at least that was my impression.   I suspect our shyness was purely genetic.  I think Dani has the gene but with preschool and a lot of encouragement I suspect we&#039;ll beat it into remission.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I actually liked dad&#8217;s scary friends.  Everyone wanted to be a tough guy or a mobster but they were all good at heart.  Or at least that was my impression.   I suspect our shyness was purely genetic.  I think Dani has the gene but with preschool and a lot of encouragement I suspect we&#8217;ll beat it into remission.</p>
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		<title>By: gina primerano</title>
		<link>http://www.tonycode.com/blog/archives/55/comment-page-1#comment-4582</link>
		<dc:creator>gina primerano</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 16:54:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Re. #1.  I was also very shy until my mid-20s also. After I travelled out of the country for 6 months when I was 25-26 I finally had things to talk about.  By now I feel like I can talk to anyone.  Tony &amp; I were really meek little kids.  Do you remember hiding in the racks of leisure suits at Rogers Slack Shack? I know it was a magical place, plus we probably wanted to escape the sleazy atmosphere, plus dad&#039;s friends then were kinda scary(it was the 70s in full swing) - is that why we were so shy??</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Re. #1.  I was also very shy until my mid-20s also. After I travelled out of the country for 6 months when I was 25-26 I finally had things to talk about.  By now I feel like I can talk to anyone.  Tony &amp; I were really meek little kids.  Do you remember hiding in the racks of leisure suits at Rogers Slack Shack? I know it was a magical place, plus we probably wanted to escape the sleazy atmosphere, plus dad&#8217;s friends then were kinda scary(it was the 70s in full swing) &#8211; is that why we were so shy??</p>
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		<title>By: gina primerano</title>
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		<dc:creator>gina primerano</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 16:51:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Re. #4. I wish I&#039;d found out sooner how shameful the lunch card was. Mom described it as a kind of pre-paid lunch card, just go up to the cashier and tell her your name and lunch is all taken care of.  I did not figure out what the deal was until 7th grade when I saw one of the notorious scuzzy kids (he always had an obvious gob of wax in one ear or another) tell the cashier his name and get the hole punched in his card. Plus none of my friends had that card. They either paid cash for lunch or brought lunch. They even had money for those peanut butter fudge things.  I asked a friend about it years later and she said she was aware that I qualified for the free lunch. How embarrassing!! I wasn&#039;t clever like Tony - I remember him selling candy to all the druggie kids. What a riot. Tony was so smart.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Re. #4. I wish I&#8217;d found out sooner how shameful the lunch card was. Mom described it as a kind of pre-paid lunch card, just go up to the cashier and tell her your name and lunch is all taken care of.  I did not figure out what the deal was until 7th grade when I saw one of the notorious scuzzy kids (he always had an obvious gob of wax in one ear or another) tell the cashier his name and get the hole punched in his card. Plus none of my friends had that card. They either paid cash for lunch or brought lunch. They even had money for those peanut butter fudge things.  I asked a friend about it years later and she said she was aware that I qualified for the free lunch. How embarrassing!! I wasn&#8217;t clever like Tony &#8211; I remember him selling candy to all the druggie kids. What a riot. Tony was so smart.</p>
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