
HIERONYMUS PINK
Wife and I were out shopping to gather together the elements of tall/skinny Daughter’s finicky, grease-free, bird-like meals, for the weekend, and after we got the food from one end of the shopping-center, we remembered that we’d wanted paper towels, too, so into the German equivalent of an American “drugstore,” (which is not what is called, here, an Apotheke), at the other end of the shopping center, we slipped. Wife is tall, fit and beautiful and she walks sharpish in her skin-tight black trousers and no-nonsense boots, with great elegance, and I relish these outings, zipping along with her, holding … Continue reading HIERONYMUS PINK