LOCAL CUSTOMS

The village where I live has a village hall. Five or six times a year, the locals are invited to eat together in the hall. Tonight, on a cold November evening, there were about 75 of us, sitting down to traditional fare, helped down by beer and schnaps. Before we started, we turned on the lights on the big Christmas tree that stands over the road in the garden of Joergen Cat's house.

It was very nice, though I feel a bit woozy writing this. I am now going to watch the Thanksgiving day American football on the tele. 

Walter Blotscher