And then I
say, "that's not a duck, that's my mother-in-law..."
Is this thing on?
It seems I actually have some responsibility to put words down on this page so that people can read them. Somewhere in the last couple weeks this duty has seemingly eluded me, much like Tony does when he hears that the police have called once again. He still maintains that that sign came off all on its own. I still maintain that I was kidnapped and taken to Switzerland by force last week and made to stare at chocolate and eat clocks. Or something to that effect. And I don't even have a Swiss bank account to show for it (here I was, thinking they gave them out when you got onto the planes, like those little bags of peanuts).
Actually, and I know Marcel will be glad to hear it, I loved the country. A fabulously efficient rail service in which the trains actually arrive on time (Amtrak might want to take notes here), Swiss Army knives on every corner, and four official languages: what else could I want? Toss in my excellent host (whose mad biking and juggling skillz have not deteriorated since high school) and the experience of being elevated to over 2000 meters, and I'm sold. Special props go to Beth for putting up with me for the whole week, intermediating for me with her perfect French, and being superbly photogenic. I could not have wanted a better travelling companion. If you are the type who likes looking at photographs of other countries and people you don't know with stupid captions, then, by all means, feel free to check out my Switzerland snapshots. If, on the other hand, you're a bit too much of a wuss to face the full brunt of my photographic ability, then we can do worse than summing up my trip with this mind-blowing view.
Oh, I'm being told to mention to you today's visual feast, our first of April (a very propitious month, if only because it contains the anniversary of my birth, and where would I be without it?).
I'm not sure, but I may want to extend my gratitude to all three of my questionable compatriots who filled in for me this past week. The final decision on the extension of the above-mentioned emotion will be formally announced after I've completed tabulation of the flame mail caused by Kai and Tony's posts. Jason came through surprisingly unscathed, as it appears that bullet lists are low on the scale of things that our "Reading Public" is concerned about.
If you are dedicated enough to return for Wednesday, then I promise you that one or more columns will in fact be waiting for your perusal. Hope to see you then.
Dan Moren is happy to finally have a new pair of sunglasses.
Quote of the Day: "You know, you Irish cops are perking up. That's two sound theories in one day, neither of which deal with abnormally sized men. Kind of makes me feel like Riverdancing."
-Willem Dafoe, The Boondock Saints