It's Cold Outside. Don't Forget Your Goobalini.
Briefly

If you weren't fortunate enough to grow up in my particular little Italian-American enclave in northeast New Jersey, you couldn't know. But that's okay—we won't hold it against you.
Goobalini: You probably call it a knit hat, a watch cap, a ski cap, or, God help you, a beanie. Nope. Where I'm from, that piece of winter wear is called a goobalini.
The small town of Nutley just north of Newark... that piece of winter wear is called a goobalini. It's a word forged in the same Italian-American crucible.
A rich, expressive legacy, especially strong in food and profanity. The language of life.
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