Edith declared that she had ridden to the top of this thing as a little girl. "Don't think so," said Manny.
Later, I discovered that the dang thing was built by the Commies back in 1968, so there's no way.
But my mom hangs tough.
My dad and I have decided to call it the Berlin "time machine." We went to the top of thing thing today but we managed to avoid time travel.
As far as we know, at least.
Here we are with our cute Nigerian-German cabby
At an Italian restaurant in one of Berlin's many cool spots. Listened to a cool band, too.
Mom insisted on ordering a fancy chocolate desert. It arrived as a big mouse head with mouse ears made of crackers. Mom grabbed one of Mickey's ears and ate it.
"You're eating Mickey's ear!" I protested.
"Don't worry. Mickey's dead," said mom. She ate the whole damned thing.
3 comments:
One more in an excellent line of dispatches. You are, indeed, hilarious, BvT. And so is your Mom! "Mickey's dead." I like that--like it a lot.
Welcome home, soon!
MAH
I love your parents - I wish I knew your mom...ES
Love the photos of your folks!
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