Friday Night

March 24, 2011 at 9:31 PM | Posted in Germany | Leave a comment

Friday night’s have never lost their allure for me. When I worked in a factory in Dusslingen, Germany during the winter of 1973, Friday’s were all I could think of from Wednesday on. One of the other workers, Uwe, a tall, skinny blond young fellow, the son of the foreman, showed my wife and I a small French bar that served hamburgers and pomme frites. I was homesick and the beer tasted so good as did the second and the third.

Saturday was a prelude to Sunday which beckoned the beginning of another week of getting up early, walking in snow to the bus for the trip to the factory and my job that I was no good at. But Friday was not a prelude to anything; it was an event in itself.

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