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Christopher (The Sopranos)
For the character of the same name, see Christopher Moltisanti.
3rd episode of the 4th season of The Sopranos
"Christopher" is the 42nd episode of the HBO original series The Sopranos and the third episode of the show's fourth season. Its teleplay was written by Michael Imperioli, from a story idea by Imperioli and Maria Laurino. It was directed by Tim Van Patten and originally aired on September 29, 2002.
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Synopsis
Silvio wants to take action against Native Americans protesting the Columbus Dayparade, believing their actions to be insulting to Italian-Americans. When, without Tony's approval, he, Patsy, and Artie attempt to break up the protest, Little Paulie and several others are injured. Ralphie threatens the protest leader, Professor Del Redclay, that he will make it known that Iron Eyes Cody, a popular Native American figure, was actually an Italian-American. Tony unsuccessfully appeals to AssemblymanRon Zellman and to an Indian chief to convince Redclay to cancel the protest. The chief invites Tony and his crew to his casino. Both the parade and protest occur without mob intervention, which upsets Silvio. Tony forcefully argues to Silvio that his achievements came through his own abilities, not through his heritage, and scorns the idea that everyone belongs to a victimized group.
At a luncheon meant to instill Italian pride in women, the "mob wives" feel singled out when the speaker attempts to dissociate Italian culture from the Mafia. After the luncheon, Gabriella lectures Father Phil about how much the mob wives, especially Carmela, have given to the parish, and says he had no right to bring in a guest speaker who intended to shame them.
The Soprano and Lupertazzi families meet over a meal: Johnny, speaking for Carmine, demands a share of the profit Tony made from Junior's warehouse, which was recently flipped. Tony agrees, but comes to th It is truly bittersweet for us to have to say goodbye to our angel mother, who passed away on December 28, 2023, at the age of 88, in Taylorsville, Utah. Her sheer will kept her on this earth for as long as it did, allowing her to be here for others, especially her family. She had such love and gratitude in her heart for the life she was given and the unique family she created. Our hearts are heavy as we face the void her absence creates, yet assured as we contemplate her legacy to all those who knew and loved her. Charmayne was born July 5, 1935, in Emmett, Idaho, to Orville and Ella Bigler, the oldest of ten children. She was raised on a humble farm in Manderson, Wyoming, where she learned the value of hard work and service to others. What her family lacked temporally, they made up for it in heart as their charity knew no bounds. Every day of her life, Charmayne served those around her without complaint, always dutiful and loving. When Charmayne wasn't caring for farm chores, siblings, or neighbors' children, you would find her stealing away to read by the light of a small window on a ledge above the kitchen. She would read there until she could no longer make out the words on the page and would only have electricity once she was a junior in high school. Charmayne graduated from Manderson High School, second in a class of six, forever shaped by her farmhouse upbringing. Charmayne spent a few summers living with her aunt's family working in southern California. After high school, she attended BYU with her favorite cousin, Glenda, taking secretarial courses and babysitting to pay expenses. The summer after, she returned to California. She was a secretary at Douglas Aircraft when, one fateful Friday night, she went to the Lawrence Welk Aragon Ballroom in Santa Monica. There, she met Thomas Kasparian, a dashing Armenian from New York City, who became enchanted by this farm girl from Wyoming enough to consider a new faith and lifestyle. They I knew the odds were against me, a divorced 20-year-old with two babies under the age of four, trying to escape a life that started with an abusive stepfather and now on the run from the fate of a life in a small town with an abusive ex-husband. On April 28, 2020, Christopher Harice Cuevas, Jr. received his wings. He was born August 5, 1989 to Christopher and Charmaine Cuevas Sr. in Gulfport, MS. He is preceded in death by his grandparents, Dennis “D.J.” Cuevas, Howard R. and Irma T. Cuevas, Sr. and his niece, Heidi Peterson. Lil Chris leaves behind, his parents, Christopher and Charmaine Cuevas, Sr.; sister, Sherry “Sissy” Saucier; brothers, Jamie (Kandas) Saucier, Joseph “Lil Joe” Saucier and Jonathan (Hannah) Cuevas; great grandparents, George and Eva Manuel; grandmother, Judith A. Cuevas; nieces and nephews, Cody, Christa. Jay, Dray, JoJo, Aly and Kynsleigh; great niece, Madeline; his beloved dog, Tucker along with extended family and friends. Those closest to him called him Lil Chris. He really did not care what you called him just don’t call him late for supper. Being the baby of 5, he was accustomed to getting what he wanted. He was spoiled rotten and a mama’s boy that did not care who knew it. He spoke his mind. There was no guessing or wondering what he thought. His personality would fill up a room. He had a smile that was contagious and a heart of gold. He truly was loved by everyone. Though he battled Type 1 diabetes since age 13 he never let it define him unless it was to his benefit… which he was known to do. Lil Chris knew all the best hunting and fishing spots and if you were lucky, he might tell you. He may have been taken from us too soon, but his memory will be in our hearts forever. Fly High, my friend, Fly High! The family invites you to come be a part of honoring Lil Chris on Saturday, May 2 from 9 am to 1 pm at his home, 24071 Rd. 347, Kiln, MS 39556. He will be laid to rest following at Standard-Dedeaux Cemetery. Trinity Funeral Services is honored to be entrusted with the care of Lil Chris and ask that you keep the family in your prayers during this difficult time.Charmayne Kasparian
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I had promised myself, come hell or high water, I would live the life I had always dreamed of, and now, I was making my way down the California I-10 freeway to the city with the Hollywood sign on the hill.
Reality set in 15 miles down the busy road as my daughter, Robin, and I sang along with Elvis's "It's Now or Never" playing on the radio. My youngest, Chris, slept soundly, lost in his baby boy dreams under his blue blanket on the back seat.
Suddenly, my newly purchased used dream car, said to be in perfect condition by the lying salesman, took its last gulp of gas and drove its last mile. I pulled over safely to the side of the road. I got out, walked around the car, and lifted the hood. My heart sank. I knew all about blown engines from my ex, and I realized my new car’s demise.
A tear fell on the hot engine, and I watched it sizzle; while holding back a hysterical giggle, I weighed my options: Should I call home? Should I go back? I couldn't do that.
Lost in my dilemma while calming Robin down, I looked up as a highway patrol officer pulled up to my rescue, asking if I needed help. What I needed was a miracle, but all I had was this man telling me what I already knew: the engine was blown.
"Can I take you to a phone booth so you can call your husband?" he asked, rocking back and forth with his hands in his pockets.
I didn't have to think long about that.
"Nope, please take us to the nearest bus station," I said as I turned to grab what I could from the car, gathered the kids, wiped the last tear from my face, and then locked the car doors.
We were going to Hollywood. There was no turning back, car, or no car. We were taking the bus.Christopher Harice Cuevas, Jr.