That looks like my Uncle Bernard's boat. We're there 2 other guys with him? It was probably cousin Henry and cousin Manfred. I haven't been to Germany to visit relatives yet, but I've heard all the stories.

Good job putting those young whippersnappers who make fun of your declining mileage in their places. Why, in my day they'd take them out behind the woodshed and give a good what fer! (Shakes fist angrily).

I should have considered those things, but I wasn't smart enough. As it turned out, I WAS smart enough because there is a war going on in Ukraine. You can learn more about that in today's post.

Yes, that was an unfortunate turn of events.

Have you considered that the sounds you're hearing are fireworks celebrating your arrival? And that "The Russians Are Coming" was just a movie recommendation?

Sorry you hit Paris during the strike!

Photos WILL be coming. I sure don't want anybody to think any of this journal is fake.

"No Pictures (For Now)" Well, ok... I was gonna say: "You know, of course, -no pictures-it didn't happen-"

:-)

Weird--I got the same comment from a guy about my Eiffel Tower picture. But you're right, the Seine is too beautiful for pictures. All you can do stroll alongside it, write your novel while sipping wine or coffee in a little cafe, and pretend to be Hemingway, Fitzgerald, or Gertrude Stein. Ahh, Paris!

Oh boy, I don't want to get into a feud with those guys. I got lucky with the Eiffel Tower picture, but that's the extent of my photography ingeniusness. Their photography is consistently brilliant everywhere they go

Haven't heard anything yet from Ron about the 'shrooms. I bet there's a good story behind that. My dad claims he can't eat anything with mushrooms because he's allergic to them. Everybody in the family knows it's a fake allergy and he just doesn't like them.

I'll try to reproduce the sound of its Italian bark: "Arfo, arfo, roofini, yapghetti, yapghetti, yapghetti, yapghetti."

There's clearly no doubt about that! Team Anderson and the Lellman-Browns are probably seething with jealousy.

You heard right. However, I think my excellent cell phone pictures have come closer to justice than any that of any so-called professional photographer.

Thank YOU, Mrs. Grumby. And I assure you that however much Mr. Grumby has been giggling, I've out-giggled him by a factor of 10 while writing this crazy stuff. It's like Dumb & Dumber have taken over my keyboard.