Sunday, February 26, 2006
"the mother-of-all muck"
I grew up in the village in the picture above. Sigh. ... the memories ... roller skating, May Day, hiding in fields, "slide-for-life", the produce market, the pizza restaurant, the public pool, cross-country skiing ... I knew every corner of this quaint little "dorf". There was this one time ...
Well ... anyway ... nothing like this every happened in MY village ... but it could have ... and sometimes it smelled like it had.