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You kids stay off my lawn!
Ah the autobahn. Built long before the interstate system and built without the need to concern one's self with minority opinions, this is how highways should run. The Autobahn does not go through cities. You are routed around the cities. The result is much less congestion, much less destruction of core urban areas and much greater speed from point a to point b.
I Love Italians for their friendliness. Never felt more welcome despite the fact that we had to talk with our hands. I love the French for their sentiment, and even if we do pay for the upkeep you can't believe the reverence you see and feel when you stand in the cemetary at Normandy. I love the English for sense of order and politeness. Try and do the All American scramble to get through the bus door and you'll hear a gutteral "Mind the queue." Meaning get in line with the rest of us. I love the Germans for the bier, well, hell yes, that's easy, but also for the way they drive the autobahn. The left lane is strictly for passing. No cruising along and holding up those who want to go faster. You see a blink of headlights in your mirror and you'd best get over.
Anyway, feeling much better, I headed down the autobahn for Schwabbish Hall. I was there -- actually next door in Waldenberg -- in 1982 for a Reforger Exercise and spent two weeks sleeping in a horse stable (beat the shit out of a tent) looking for spooks from the Orange Force and writing up propaganda. I took some time to walk over to Schwabbish Hall and loved how quaint it was. Like much of Germany, it is succumbing to WallMartization and Burger Doodle. Much of the charm is still here, but you see change happening in the form of cranes throwing up the steel girders for new age buildings. What's good for Berlin is good for the rest of Germany must be the thought.
Anyway, I've got a sweet little room and you step out the front door and flat into the midst of the berg.
Remember Lowenbrau? Always the host of Oktoberfest, I haven't seen the label in America for awhile. Lowenbrau - Haller is big here and I'm assuming they've merged.
Had an interesting conversation the other day with one of the younger Gateway Gestapo. I had on a knit shirt with "Moeller Vietnam Day" and the VVA logo embroidered on it.
"What is Moeller?" he wanted to know. I told him.
"And you have a day for Vietnam." And I explained that it was much more than that, that for a month the English department taught Killer Angels or The Things They Carried, the religion depatment taught the Catholic just war doctrine, the history and social studies folks taught the cold war and Vietnam and that at the end of the month we brought in veterans and protestors and had an open seminar for a day.
"That is so wonderful, that your schools can give students an objective lesson. It is so sad, there aren't many soldiers or people who survived the war here and it is never discussed. Soon it will be too late to hear their side of what happened and why."
I didn't tell him that Moeller has cancelled Vietnam Day after 17 years. The math and science people felt like they were losing too much valuable time.
A good place to end the day.
I Love Italians for their friendliness. Never felt more welcome despite the fact that we had to talk with our hands. I love the French for their sentiment, and even if we do pay for the upkeep you can't believe the reverence you see and feel when you stand in the cemetary at Normandy. I love the English for sense of order and politeness. Try and do the All American scramble to get through the bus door and you'll hear a gutteral "Mind the queue." Meaning get in line with the rest of us. I love the Germans for the bier, well, hell yes, that's easy, but also for the way they drive the autobahn. The left lane is strictly for passing. No cruising along and holding up those who want to go faster. You see a blink of headlights in your mirror and you'd best get over.
Anyway, feeling much better, I headed down the autobahn for Schwabbish Hall. I was there -- actually next door in Waldenberg -- in 1982 for a Reforger Exercise and spent two weeks sleeping in a horse stable (beat the shit out of a tent) looking for spooks from the Orange Force and writing up propaganda. I took some time to walk over to Schwabbish Hall and loved how quaint it was. Like much of Germany, it is succumbing to WallMartization and Burger Doodle. Much of the charm is still here, but you see change happening in the form of cranes throwing up the steel girders for new age buildings. What's good for Berlin is good for the rest of Germany must be the thought.
Anyway, I've got a sweet little room and you step out the front door and flat into the midst of the berg.
Remember Lowenbrau? Always the host of Oktoberfest, I haven't seen the label in America for awhile. Lowenbrau - Haller is big here and I'm assuming they've merged.
Had an interesting conversation the other day with one of the younger Gateway Gestapo. I had on a knit shirt with "Moeller Vietnam Day" and the VVA logo embroidered on it.
"What is Moeller?" he wanted to know. I told him.
"And you have a day for Vietnam." And I explained that it was much more than that, that for a month the English department taught Killer Angels or The Things They Carried, the religion depatment taught the Catholic just war doctrine, the history and social studies folks taught the cold war and Vietnam and that at the end of the month we brought in veterans and protestors and had an open seminar for a day.
"That is so wonderful, that your schools can give students an objective lesson. It is so sad, there aren't many soldiers or people who survived the war here and it is never discussed. Soon it will be too late to hear their side of what happened and why."
I didn't tell him that Moeller has cancelled Vietnam Day after 17 years. The math and science people felt like they were losing too much valuable time.
A good place to end the day.
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