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Dr. Bill Fox Declares War on Germany! Ahhh...Germany in summer...what a lovely idea. Oh wait, not an idea! I have pictures to
prove it. Picture sitting in the small German village of Geldern; it is Saturday evening, cool breezes blowing and the scent
of cigarette smoke all around (OK, I could have done without the cigarettes around me, but I did smoke my first Cuban cigar
while in Bonn). Back to the story. Our German friends order drinks and dinner (of course I have forgotten all of my German
language skills over the past 25 years, but I have faith in their order). First the drinks arrive...I see the ½ liter
of Erdinger (a fine Bavarian wheat beer) and my mouth begins to water (actually Pavlov's dogs comes to mind), but wait...before
I can drink the first soothing sip I notice a small beaker of liquid (actually four beakers) and am told that we must start
the digestive system before dinner is served and this "shot" will do the trick. Now I have not had a shot of anything
since...Oh my second junior year of college so I am not real sure about this, but not to offend, I partake of some drink (I
have not a clue what it was) that burns all the way down to my toes. Needless to say my
digestive systems was doing something, not sure if it was trying to get rid of the offensive presence, but it all stayed put.
Well, then the beer could flow, and it did!!! Then it was time for dinner to be
served. I should have known something was up when they cleared the entire center of the table that something big was coming
out, but I would not have imagined a four foot long plate of meat and vegetables was what was coming. Then they threw some lighter fluid on the plate and tossed a match on it. Bonfire right before
me! Well, I did not waste any beer putting out the flames, just waited and then had more food than anyone should ever eat.
More beer then a friendly German police officer drove by. Of course, being the friendly guy I am, I pulled out
the camera and started taking photos of mister policeman, which prompted him to stop...and in his best broken English, ask,
"what the hell are you taking pictures of?" I replied, in my best broken English (several beers you know) that I
was taking pictures of the neat police car for my 4 year old son. Whew...he bought that line and I am glad to say that
I did not learn what a small German village jail looks like from the inside (note to self, always remember to bring the four
year old son into a conversation with law enforcement...seems to take the edge off the conversation). I have included
a picture of the rack (torture chamber deluxe) that I saw as a reminder to not drink any unknown liquors, a bunch of beer
and then go taking pictures of cops while in a foreign country! (You know, this might be considered deja vue as I seem to
recall a similar incident many years ago at a German festival (not in a foreign country) where gross quantities of beer were
consumed and .... well, let's just leave the past in the past!) Pictures included! Take care all! Bill
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Golf, Toobing and Jesus Rojo! Wild time in NB! To
all that did not make it, we missed you. On to the highlights: Friday night was a nice kick off and a good
indication of the rest of the weekend. After Sheri Westerfer's daughter took the arm wrestling championship it was on
and did not stop until Sunday. Though it was not a stellar round in the scoring department both Randy Long and
Mike Orr each birdied a hole and that is all we need to know. A great day of golf and comaraderie with everyone remembering
why you don't play afternoon golf in Texas in the middle of August. However we survived the heat and made our way to
Saturday nights festivities where we were joined by the man himself Scott Hadlock. Scott with his perennial Charlie
Brown "Why is everybody picking on me" good sense of humor was joined by a list of classmates including Renee Evans,
Mark Sanchez, Tom Duke, Randy Long, Sheri Westerfer, Jesus Rojo, James and Patty Pearce, Julie Vercher, Rhonda Fritsche, Wendy
Otten, Kelle Watson, Kenneth Findley and some guy who couldn't beat a little girl in arm wrestling among others. Finished
off the weekend with a little toobing on the Comal where the count was 2 cops for each toober. I don't know if our homes
are safe, but you will not get mugged on the river I can guarantee. A little toobing advice from one Kenneth
Findley. Do not hold a beer can with river water in it. After awhile the habitual bending of the arm will result
in a not so tasty treat and a lot of laughter from the surrounding crowd as you come to the realization that noone ever leaves
their toob even though they have been drinking beer for and hour. Thanks to everyone that made it. I hope everyone
had a good time. Stace
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