It was Christmas dinner 1990 in Dúbravka, at the table with our best friends, including their 8-year-old son and 11-year-old daughter. On the table was a bowl of peaches. I looked at the 11-year-old girl and said, "Please pass the peaches." It had to be explained to me why both kids fell out of their chairs laughing. Maybe it was my pronunciation.
Don Merritt
