Hello. I’m back after a short interruption on my Internet service. Maybe it’s corrected now. Maybe not. All I know is Sunday I lost it, and this morning, when I turned my computer on so it’d be on when the Charter service guy came to fix the problem, I suddenly had service.
I did the sensible thing first: I looked for any bills waiting for me to authorize payment, and found one. Then I went through and deleted emails notifying me of comments, except for those, of course, directed to me, which I responded to.
I caught up on the local news — thankfully, the holiday publishing schedule plus a regular “down day” at the paper (no Sunday paper) meant I was only one day behind. It’s a small newspaper. I got through it fast, noting I still haven’t made the obituary pages (some relief!), nor have any others I prefer be on this side of the ground.
Now, I think, I am just about ready to get back into my Internet routine, which includes updating this blog. IF, that is, the Internet connection isn’t lost again before I finish!
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It’s a place in Germany! I haven’t found the Dorf or Stadt represented by the “CK” on this randomly spotted automobile license plate, in 1970, somewhere in the Fürth area (apparently), but the first two letters relate to — tuh-duh! — Fürth, which is an administrative seat (Kreis) that includes that naughty “CK”. If you know the license conventions, these letters are very informative!
(Of course, to a dirty-minded young man taking the photo — me! — the administrative city-village coding just spelled a vulgar word in English. Shame on you if you saw it that way, too! 😉 )
That wasn’t too edifying. Here. Follow this link to find out more about the beautiful German city of Fürth.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F%C3%BCrth#Geography
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Whew! After that, you need something peaceful and nice. My friend Deborah took several photos in Hunawihr, France, when she borrowed my camera. That was in 1972 when Ralph and I went there to visit her while she (then we, for one day) helped with the vintage. I didn’t know what she photographed until I picked up the prints at the photo processor’s in Kaiserslautern after I returned from France.
Old friends chat on the street corner in Hunawihr, France. By Deborah, 1972
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Village scene, Hunawihr, France. By Deborah, 1972
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Cottage scene, Hunawihr, France. By Deborah, 1972
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Deborah’s photos are a charming reminder of a lovely time had in France. Within a few weeks of the trip to Hunawihr, I’d return to America, where I suffered/endured something like culture shock in Cleveland, then a return to my roots, sort of, in West Branch, Iowa. My American friends helped me make the transition from soldier (sort of…!) to civilian (in my heart, the whole time) by immersing me in the culture I’d been away from for three years.
It was a hoot!