PSHAW to Technology: My Temporary Luddite Phase

 

Off to England soon.  People ask me "are you excited?".  I reply "no, I am delighted"

I'll be seeing a ton of my family members  (we are a huge extended family). 

Four seminary friends, (we graduated between 1974 and 1976)  and their wives.

My friend Jeff (we've known each other since I was six and he was five and a half).

And the list goes on -  oh the blessedness of connections!

Just for now I am documenting my visits on an old-fashioned calendar.  'Tis easier than opening my google calendar.

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Sad to say Geier's Sausage Kitchen has not yet re-opened since a disastrous fire earlier this year.

Oh the lack of fine German hams!




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