ROME — For 35 years, a remedy to Boston’s erratic, pseudo spring has seemed to be a flight to the Italian Open and almost guaranteed sunshine. Rome sweet Rome has been the annual escape for me since 1973, a discovery of Il Foro Italico, the playpen whose earthen courts have been such a frustrating mystery for American guys. Originally named Il Foro Mussolini for the dictator … [Read more...] about A BOSTONIAN FINDS SPRING AGAIN IN ROME – AND A WEIRD ITALIAN OPEN