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Coffee, Chimney Sweeps and Schnitzel
What I Learned in College
When I was a kid, I did not drink coffee. Once I was in college, I drank coffee with cognac. Sometimes I would drink coffee, but the cognac part came late in the evening after a dinner out. Drinking regular, morning-style coffee did not start until after I was married at 21 years old.
I was in Germany for my one and only year of college. It was a heavenly bliss to be away from my family. I met all sorts of degenerates. Among all of those folks was my husband, who was not then nor often since a degenerate. He did have his moments but has since long ago cleaned up his act.
It was 10:00 o’clock in the morning, and I have recently risen from my bed. I eat a spot of breakfast and then, before classes start (I had probably missed the first class anyway), I go to the German worker’s canteen at the edge of the military base we were on, which was called McGraw Kaserne and was where the 66th Military Intelligence Group was headquartered in addition to hosting the University of Maryland Munich campus which had a two-year program of freshman and sophomore college classes for military and diplomatic personnel’s children. The Kaserne is long since gone, but I have fond memories of the concrete buildings and the razor wire that ran along the top of the fencing that surrounded the place.
