tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861715616172721252.post2799412806797029956..comments2011-10-07T15:31:11.168-07:00Comments on grex gregis: Denmark, Part 2: A Capital PursuitGreghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00404408246406238832noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861715616172721252.post-36759050658898095012010-12-30T21:03:41.433-08:002010-12-30T21:03:41.433-08:00When I was in high school, I toured with a group k...When I was in high school, I toured with a group known as “The Youth of America Concert Band and Singers.” We visited seven European countries and committed sundry acts of musico-cultural aggression, such as singing barbershop quartets in Nôtre Dame.<br /><br />On the German leg of our trip, we descended upon the tiny historic town of Dinkelsbühl, which sounds rather like Ribe in its commitment to touristy anachronism. Dinkelsbühl is a walled city, and every evening the Nachtwächter wanders the town with an ornate staff, looking simultaneously like an ad for Beefeater gin and an aging, cross-dressing Little Bo Peep. When not protecting the town from invading sheep, he intones in an enthusiastic if somewhat uncertain baritone old German songs about how it’s time to go to sleep, thus ensuring that no one in earshot has the faintest prayer of doing so. In an odd role reversal, it’s the townspeople who are chronically tired and crabby, rather than the tourists.<br /><br />Surrounded by the deep history and culture of the place, I came away with a single keepsake, which demonstrates my modest knowledge of German together with my even more modest engagement with said history: a little plastic plaque bearing the inscription, “Alles hat ein Ende; nur die Wurst hat zwei.”<br /><br />“Everything has an end; only sausages have two.”Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861715616172721252.post-77501636235908406432010-12-29T19:04:08.287-08:002010-12-29T19:04:08.287-08:00We are absolutely travelling again, Droid-smoosher...We are absolutely travelling again, Droid-smoosher. I will kidnap you in the dead of night from your apartment. For dramatic effect.<br /><br />Bravo on another hilarious installment!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06554333732229710585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861715616172721252.post-72704091926524610022010-12-29T17:48:32.258-08:002010-12-29T17:48:32.258-08:00Schmaltzy PS: This may have been our last group tr...Schmaltzy PS: This may have been our last group trip as Mari and Bob are getting married, as has Alpana, though presumably to neither Mari nor Bob. Whatever the future holds (for Denmark, it’s the Swedish), I’m grateful for what and where the past has brought us. And as for smooshing Mari’s Droid, I regret nothing.Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00404408246406238832noreply@blogger.com