Friday, April 17, 2015
I'm a sucker for children's charities, so when a young lady approached me with a clip board and asked for a contribution, even though she didn't (so she said) speak a word of German, it looked legitimate, so I offered five euros, paying with a ten. As she was making change, her friend approached, and in the hubbub, I watched as they counted out five one euro coins into my hand. They thanked me, I smiled, and walked away happy.
I walked around for awhile, went home to eat, and went back out a few hours later. It wasn't until I went to pay for some pipe filters that I noticed my wallet (which had previously held somewhere between 100 and 200 euros) was empty. Zapped by good intentions, I walked across the square, retrieved some more money, went back to the tobacco shop, paid for my stuff, then sought out the police and reported my inattentiveness! The policeman and I had a good laugh over the magic trick and he made some notes, told me never to give money to strange people and that was that.
Pick-pockets and con-artists in Europe are really slick. Most of them have been trained since birth in slight of hand and misdirection and the really good ones don't get caught. Eyes open, but don't turn your back on being kind. Life is good. Share the goodness.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Then came the world.
It took over twenty years of silence before I gave myself a another chance. And So, I write. I write of mystics, Zen Masters , Physicists, Photographers, Painters, Punters, and Politicians. I write, I think about Writing, and sometimes, I let myself be read.
I don't like loose ends.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
All of this leads up to winter on the Street. It's been a few years since we've had what I'd call winter. Deep snow. Sunshine. Cold. Winter. I don't know if it's my fault, but since I've been here, winter has become a preponderance of damp, gray days which don't last very long, accompanied by an attitude of procrastination and comfort foods. If I were a New Year's resolution type, I'd have said 'no more goofing off', but I'm not, and I didn't.
I sometimes thing that my choice of a solitary life of contemplation and meditation is in conflict with my basic need to create. Those are weak moments. The two are compatible. I am able to calm, and empty my mind, then fill it again, with mind doodles. Sometimes I post them, but for the most part, the live in the cloud, waiting for electron decay to send them off to entropic nonrecognition.
When I write it all down like this, I realize it's good. No need to be recognized. I am. For now. Nothing to complain about. I'm awake, and there's coffee.
Peace and Love from Steinstrasse..
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
The question is: where to next? The candidate list is small, but broad.
- Schwarzwald-The Black Forest, home of cuckoo clocks and nice mountains that even an old man can get up without a rope.
- Pfaelzerwald: full of wanderways and fairy-tale villages, castles, monasteries, and other antiquities, near the Rhine and the Mosel, familiar, yet still a place not fully explored.
- Right Here. I like Herford.
- Somewhere in Spain
- The South of France
- Krakow or Warszawa
- One of the German islands in the Baltic
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Working from a tablet is fun, but the photos are stuck in the cameras until I get back to home base. I had a great time at Mountain Sky, a music venue and Festplatz in my old neighborhood with my son, daughter, and grandson. My 50th Class Reunion was pleasant. I've had a few good walkabouts and I've learned to play some new videogames from my four year old teacher Gideon.
I'll touch base again after the next great adventure. Until then- keep Steinstrasse safe....
Friday, August 1, 2014
A good prep for these things is Social Networking. Find 'em, learn'em, and know which coversations to avoid. After doing my research, food and weather appear to be the safest. I intend to eat a lot. If I keep my mouth full it'll be harder to stick my foot in it.