A Story and The Wall

When I stood in the shadow of the Berlin Wall, painted in rusty tears and rebar, I could feel the anguish of ages past and not so long ago. I remember when it fell in November of ’89, the collective joy of a people imprisoned by its menace for 28 years. But I...

Like riding a bike…

One aspect I most appreciate about living in Tiny-Town-with-a-Castle, Germany is the ability to ride a bike everywhere.  Not the case in our hometown.   There, it is required by law that motorists defer to cyclists.  Here, cyclists are often...

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