me: good morning, Linda Linda, my co-worker who backpacked through Europe: Not as nice as the sunrises you can see looking out from Venice

I'm sorry to hear your uncle was run over by a boat in Venice. My gondolences.

[at funeral] Me: "I'm sorry your husband died in that boating accident in Venice" Widow: "please no.... Me: "you have my gondolances"

2016 is like a crisp autumn wind on a clear day in Venice It blows. (Get well soon Carrie)