I know better than to rush while cruising the idyllic canals of France, but we have friends we’re meeting in Strasbourg. You have to realize that when I say rushing in France the word takes on a whole new meaning. In fact we may have spent too much time here, as I think we’re turning French. Before you know it I’ll be wearing a beret. Yesterday Lisa said we’re out of bread, and if we happen to see ...
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