Over the rolling hills of Cortona on a gray foggy day appears a mysterious tower. The roars and gusts could be heard echoing through the valley, vibrating the doors and cracking the windows. After further examination the tower proved to be an alien space ship, of course not here for any positive good. The extraterrestrials like every one else in the galaxy wanted very much to live in the beautiful Cortona and make the hill their own. The aliens plotted and schemed and realized that they must make their move when the Americans had left on their regular Saturday trip because the Cortanese people with their sunflowers and simple hearts would not know what to do. So here it was, the ship, the fog and the brooding music, coming together to make quite a nasty and threatening scene. As predicted the citizens of Cortona did not know what to do so they went to the café to drown their sorrows in latte macchiato and amaretto. Only Rebecca Ghezzi knew what to do! Rebecca was after all an American transplant, printmaker and member of the notorious brides club. If anyone could defeat a bunch of crazy aliens it would be her. After a hearty breakfast, she grabbed her intaglio styluses and woodcutting knives and descended the hill to the heart of the space fort. Though this battle was much too ghastly to write on any proper paper, it should be known that she won with only a small slash to her forearm. The aliens did not know what had hit them! They had never scene such printmaking technical perfection before! The town was oh so very excited and decided that Rebecca would become co-patron saint with Margherita. The traditional feast day dish was skewered chicken neck since it resembled printmaking tools through alien flesh closely enough. And all was well.
By Becs and Hal, inspired by a foggy morning in Tuscany