*Aw, no worries. I thought that’s how you might pronounce it. My sister did the same thing…’‘Cher.’’ lol
Growing up in a strict Italian household, you know then. My dad, for the short time I was with him, was a spanker…a hard one!

No warnings, no time outs back in the 70’s.

Just a spank. A ‘shalacking’ he called it.

And he’d yell in Italian, so you knew you were in trouble. When my BIL was courting my sister, my dad was very intimidating, and not a very large man. But, my BIL knew not to mess with him, or his daughter. lol Then my BIL who is half Italian, raised me through my preteen/teen years…and he took the torch from my dad, in strictness.

In looking back, I am grateful…I stayed out of trouble, and chaste. What is largely lacking these days, is that type of raising of kids. That strictness. In all the years growing up, my BIL, who owned a gun…never brought it out in front of my dates…so, as strict as he was, he knew when to draw the line. lol
PS–Never made it to Chicago, for that business trip. But, they are thinking Q1 of next year…so we’ll see. I’d like to visit there, never have been. *