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As Ron Wilson, my birth name, I began my writing career in short-story, article, and poetry writing, and early publication ranged from multiple markets from FIELD AND STREAM magazine, a prominent Boston Literary Publication called IN-POSSE REVIEW, a regular contributor to Springfield MO News-Leader OVER THE OZARKS, The Sacramento BEE and Weekender. Most of my early writing was as Ron Wilson, but there have also been nearly a dozen pseudonyms, most of whom I have forgotten without looking back in my scrapbook albums.

Today, if you see the names Ron Wilson, Ron Wilson Arbuthnot, Ron Arbuthnot, or Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet, they are all me. My second book of poetry, LOVE POETRY by Vee Bdosa,  was awarded the (coveted) honor of EDITORS CHOICE by the Editors. However, only a few hundred are in existence now as I have stopped publication in order to re-write all of my poetry under my ancestral name of RON ARBUTHNOT. I also have written over 300 songs, and am in the process or doing new recordings of all of them and a lot of audio-video of my selected poetry. Much of it, the early, the new, the good, the better, and the best, can be found at YOUTUBE and searching for Vee Bdosa. More later.

Ronnie and l'arte del pinch italiano

Blog Posted by Vee Bdosa: 2/22/2016 4:33:00 PM

First, I tell you now that Ronnie (Wilson) and Vee Bdosa and Ron Arbuthnot are all and the same person. So, if you have been to Naples Italy or to Rome or Genoa Italy, and ridden in an elevator, you know how they clank and chug along, back in my youth, which is more years than I care to count or admit,  they really made a lotta noise going up or down. But up was the noisiest, while the descent was more sudden and quite, and you wondered if it was even going to stop or not.  

I  really enjoyed my first ride in our Pennsionne in Naples, it had 5 floors, and believe it or not, a real Italian elevator attendant, who never admitted that he ever saw, heard or said anything. So my friend and I, another sailor, got on the first floor, immediately followed by 3 beautiful Italian girls just a little older than we. Everyone was quite until the 2nd floor, except for the chugging of the elevator, then one of the girls looked at me and said, to wit, "Don't you knoabout l'arte del pinch italiano?" 

"Huh," I knew enough Italian to know what pinch Italiano meant. "Some other Italian girtls told us never to pinch any girl either on a bus or an elevator. We would have real trouble if we did?"

"Thema girls nota real Italian girls," she said. "They is Brooklyn girls. Don't listen to them Brooklyn girls, nobody ever pinch any of them and they justa mad."

"Now looka me," said one of the other girls."You justa pinch liddle bit, justanuf to let us know you mean business."

Thatsa right," said the other girl. "You never leta any girl know you just pinched her, justa let her know she been pinched, nothina more. We figure out who did it real fast."

"Amore?" said my buddy.

"No, not amore, nothina more than justa little bita pinch right here." she said, pinching herself on the bottom. "This aint no bacio Italiano, but it might lead to a few."

Then we got to the top floor, and the first girl says to the elevator guy, "Up and down again, Rudio. "These guys need some practice."

So it was up and down up and down, halfa dozen times until the girls were satisfied we got it right. When they got off of the  elevator, one said, "Now you know l'arte del pinch italiano. You see us on the bus tonighta, you give us a nice pinch, then we talkabout the bacio Italiano."

The moral of this blog, is, I guess, never listen to what a Brooklyn Italian girl says about the Italian Pinch.  Or this whole blog just might be a way to break an all day writers bloc. But if you go to Naples or Roma or Genoa, you might just get an education the Italian way.

But them Naples elevators sure did make a lotta noise going up. And never worry about the Elevator Attendants, they never say anything excpet the floor number.  



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Date: 2/22/2016 5:23:00 PM
Yeh, Andrew, it was a few years back, but it went almost exactly like that. Right, the art is in not being caught, or being caught just in the nick of time, or why waste your time if you don't get something out of it???
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Date: 2/22/2016 5:15:00 PM
Greetings, Ronnie. Don't believe what those girls told you...they like to be pinched, because it makes them feel very sexy when a guy is attracted to them. L'arte del pinch italiano is more common in Rome and Naples, but you have to be very slick, don't be caught. Did this happen recently or years ago? You got me laughing hard...it's the best joke I have ever heard! Thank you for sharing it. Enjoy your evening.
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Date: 2/22/2016 4:41:00 PM
Prepare to be skinned alive, Vee.. Not by me, though.
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Vee Bdosa
Date: 2/22/2016 5:21:00 PM
Well, can't be worse than my being throwed offa my horse a few times can it???

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