It's been quite the adventure so far.
We're wondering how we've survived.
Twenty Turkish whores chased us across a Plaza ...
dinner in a snow covered Castle in front of a roaring fire with friends who barely spoke English ...
an overnight train ride to Poland and was busted by Immigration ...
jumping on a bus of British tourists to take us to Auschwitz, the concentration camp ...
let the bus leave us with the Brits yelling "Wish I had your balls mates!" ...
walking the same railroad tracts that brought all the Jews, Gypsies, mentally ill, and politically undesired in because we had no idea how to get back ...
speaking to a group of Czech pastors because they wanted to understand how we care for the homeless ...
lingering in the Jewish cemetery where trees grow over tombstones ...
tackling him in a McDonald's in Berlin because we were drunk and my Vegetarian friend was biting into a fish sandwich ...
We drank a lot of beer.
It's was quite the trip!
Many defining moments in my life!
So Sarah and I are downsizing ... which means throwing a lot of shit away while buying more to replace it ... but we're having a good time and laugh a lot ... and God she looks good throwing stuff away.
Then I found these coasters I kept when Bill and I were in Prague, Berlin, Auschwitz, on a train holding our hands in the air because Immigration was pointing guns at us wanting to see our documents ...
"We have to keep these," I say to my wife.
Sarah cuts me lots of slack.
They're moldy, 25 years old and smell.
"Of course Honey," she smiles with the grin that melts my heart.
Now they're all over the house.
Sarah's girls use them.
I use them.
It makes me happy.
Because I like what I've done.
But nowhere near as much as I love what I'm doing.
