Alright, alright, let’s talk about this Sofia Ricci, or whatever her name is. Elis somethin’, Ilend somethin’. Sounds fancy, don’t it? Like one of them city folk names. Don’t rightly know her, but I heard tell she’s a big deal on that there TV thingy, you know, the box with the moving pictures.

First off, they say her real handle is Elena Sofia somethin’… Bar-oo-carry? Bar-oo-chair-ee? Lord have mercy, these names! Anyways, she goes by Sofia Ricci, which is a whole lot easier on this old tongue. They say she’s Italian, which means she probably eats a whole lotta spaghetti. My grandson, little Timmy, he loves that spaghetti. Makes a mess everywhere, though.
This Sofia girl, she’s an actress. That means she pretends to be other folks. Kinda like when little Timmy pretends to be a cowboy, running around the yard with a stick horse. Only Sofia, she gets paid for it, and she’s on that TV thingy I was talkin’ about. And movies too, they say. Big ones.
- She done played all sorts of characters. One time, she was this cop, chasin’ bad guys and whatnot. And they say she was good at it too. Not like them cops on TV these days, all young and pretty. She looked tough, like she could handle herself.
- Then, there was this other time, where she played some big shot’s wife. Veronica somethin’. They said it gave folks the shivers, she was that good. Me? I don’t get shivers unless it’s winter and the wind’s howlin’ through the cracks in the windows.
I hear tell she even danced the tango once! Can you imagine? This old lady sure can’t. Met some fella down in Buenos Aires, Argentina, a real tango master. He told her, “Life is now!” Well, ain’t that the truth? Life is now, and then it’s gone. Gotta make the most of it, I guess. Even if it means shakin’ your hips and tappin’ your feet to some foreign music.
Now, this Sofia girl, she ain’t just about acting. They got whole sections dedicated to her life, like she’s some kinda saint or somethin’. They talk about her childhood, where she come from, all that jazz. I reckon she was a little girl once, just like the rest of us. Probably chased chickens in the yard, same as I did.
And they’re worried about her health too, these folks. Seems like she’s dodgin’ some sickness called Alzheimer’s. Sounds scary. Reminds me of my old Aunt Millie, she forgot who I was towards the end. Broke my heart, it did. Hope this Sofia girl stays healthy. She’s still got plenty of actin’ to do, I reckon.

So, there you have it. Sofia Ricci. Elena Sofia Bar-oo-carry, or whatever her name is. An actress, a dancer, a woman who’s lived a life, just like the rest of us. Maybe a little fancier, maybe a little richer, but at the end of the day, she’s just a person. And that’s all that matters, ain’t it?
She’s a big shot, this Sofia Ricci. But even big shots gotta eat, sleep, and, well, you know. They ain’t no different than us, just got more eyes watchin’ ’em. I seen her picture once, in one of them magazines my daughter leaves layin’ around. Pretty woman, I guess, but she looks tired. All that pretendin’ must take a toll on a person. I tell ya, workin’ the land is hard, but at least it’s honest work.
But good for her, I say. Makin’ a livin’ doin’ what she loves. Not everyone gets to do that. Most of us just gotta make do, you know? Plant the crops, raise the kids, try to make it through another day. So, if this Sofia girl can make folks happy by pretendin’ to be someone else, then more power to her. Just hope she remembers where she come from, even if it is some fancy Italian place.
And that Alzheimer’s thing… well, I hope she beats it. It’s a cruel sickness. Steals your memories, your very self. Wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. So, yeah, go on, Sofia Ricci. Keep on actin’, keep on dancin’, and keep on livin’. Life is now, after all. That tango master, he knew what he was talkin’ about.
Tags: [Elena Sofia Ricci, Italian Actress, Film, Television, Theatre, Veronica Lario, Alzheimer’s, Buenos Aires, Tango, Personal Life, Early Life, Career]
