Just got back from "Swiss-mas 2024". in Zumatt and Grinderwald via Zurich.
The marathon sprint through the train labyrinth, was comical! A party of 5 from ages 32 to 70 juggled roller bag luggage the size of steamer trunks, carryon bags, laptops (really?), and backpacks. We pushed, we shoved, we sent scouts ahead to figure our which train car we should attack.
The chocolate was sublime (we passed the Lindt factory at least twice), but the raw burgers and weird fish were miserable. I stick with fondue, chocolate, bier and pizza.
great time, and I truly enjoyed your articles. Every One of them!
oh nice, I was over there in early December. Ah what was was going on with all that chaos? It was the picture of order when I was there. The chocolate truly. dam those truffles. Yeah the food wasn’t up to much. Sausage and mash for 50 quid
"With their high-functioning society and pristine streets, I didn’t see a single whilin’ dopefiend, so, what does that tell you?" It tells me they shuffled them all off to France.
Not entirely sure that excretion can be turned into a high-return investment opportunity, but now the cat's out of the bag it's only a matter of time before some swivel-eyed techlord will launch the toilet-tech app, possibly based on George Constanza's toilet app from Seinfeld.
What’s done is done and the doters of my dotage must stay, or else where am I to get sufficient sycophancy at my time of life? There’ll be something in the will for you, a… what do they call it?…stipend. Yeah, a stipend.
I’ve give you the steep end of my pipe for Christmas! I’ll be pending around the corner with the rusty mid section of a local goal post - and I’ll reassemble it after the deed
You are fast becoming a writer who could lay claim to the boast, "I'll mention beshat pantaloons in every post AND still retain readers." When our family visited Interlaken, I asked our inn's host where they hid the homeless folks of the town. He said that to be homeless in Switzerland was very difficult and one had to be crazy but not too crazy to accomplish it.
Just got back from "Swiss-mas 2024". in Zumatt and Grinderwald via Zurich.
The marathon sprint through the train labyrinth, was comical! A party of 5 from ages 32 to 70 juggled roller bag luggage the size of steamer trunks, carryon bags, laptops (really?), and backpacks. We pushed, we shoved, we sent scouts ahead to figure our which train car we should attack.
The chocolate was sublime (we passed the Lindt factory at least twice), but the raw burgers and weird fish were miserable. I stick with fondue, chocolate, bier and pizza.
great time, and I truly enjoyed your articles. Every One of them!
thank you very much Rich! I really appreciate you reading
oh nice, I was over there in early December. Ah what was was going on with all that chaos? It was the picture of order when I was there. The chocolate truly. dam those truffles. Yeah the food wasn’t up to much. Sausage and mash for 50 quid
"With their high-functioning society and pristine streets, I didn’t see a single whilin’ dopefiend, so, what does that tell you?" It tells me they shuffled them all off to France.
Not entirely sure that excretion can be turned into a high-return investment opportunity, but now the cat's out of the bag it's only a matter of time before some swivel-eyed techlord will launch the toilet-tech app, possibly based on George Constanza's toilet app from Seinfeld.
We can get the cat back in the bag if you cut me back in the will, and snip out any of those doting sycophants at your bedside.
What’s done is done and the doters of my dotage must stay, or else where am I to get sufficient sycophancy at my time of life? There’ll be something in the will for you, a… what do they call it?…stipend. Yeah, a stipend.
I’ve give you the steep end of my pipe for Christmas! I’ll be pending around the corner with the rusty mid section of a local goal post - and I’ll reassemble it after the deed
If you ever visit Maine, I'll let you piss and shit and it'll only cost you a US quarter. Guaranteed.
Consider it done. I’ll pay you a dime for the privilege
sweet!
You are fast becoming a writer who could lay claim to the boast, "I'll mention beshat pantaloons in every post AND still retain readers." When our family visited Interlaken, I asked our inn's host where they hid the homeless folks of the town. He said that to be homeless in Switzerland was very difficult and one had to be crazy but not too crazy to accomplish it.
Haha I wear that thorn of crowns with pride. That’s a tricky middle ground