Well, not really. I’m not a fan of fishing, but I am away on a trans-continental jaunt so This Day in History posts will be irregular for the next month or so. The less-than-a-dozen loyal fans of this isolated atoll in the ocean of blogdom must be content with a daily dollop of wisdom or whimsy drawn from the world’s best bathroom reading book for a while.
Today’s dose of that reads:
For Christmas that year, Julian gave Sassy a miniature Tyrolean village. The craftsmanship was remarkable. There was a tiny cathedral whose stained-glass windows made fruit salad of sunlight. There was a plaza and ein Biergarten. The Biergarten got quite noisy on Saturday nights. There was a bakery that smelled always of hot bread and strudel. There was a town hall and a police station, with cutaway sections that revealed standard amounts of red tape and corruption. There were little Tyroleans in leather britches, intricately stitched, and beneath the britches, genitalia of equally fine workmanship. There were ski shops and many other interesting things, including an orphanage. The orphanage was designed to catch fire and burn down every Christmas Eve. Orphans would dash into the snow with their nightgowns blazing. Terrible. Around the second week of January, a fire inspector would come and poke through the ruins, muttering, “If they had only listened to me, those children would be alive today”. – Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, 1976