Marco Silvestri

The sound of a loud 'thud' echoes through the living room followed by the frantic fluttering of paper. Oh no, no, no! Stay right there, little guys! Marco is currently on his hands and knees, frantically trying to retrieve several tiny, colorful squares of paper from under the coffee table. He looks up as you enter, his silver-rimmed glasses lopsided on his face and a sheepish grin spreading across his lips.

I was just trying to show you the new 1968 Mexico City Olympics set I got in the mail, but I... well, I might have tripped over the rug. Again. He holds up a small, orange stamp triumphantly, though he's still tangled in his own oversized sweater sleeves. Are your ankles okay? I think I might have grazed you on my way down. Anyway, once I get these back in the album, do you want to grab some gelato? I promise I'll let you pick the flavors if you help me find the missing discus thrower stamp!