You guys keep talking beer in Brno (and other places g - I just couldn't
resist the alliteration), I'm gonna come along! Lots of relatives stayed over
there when the rest got out in '68. Apparently because, somewhat to the dismay
of Dad's older brother and sister upon a visit later, *those* relatives were,
um, *deeply* Communist. LOL.

Anyway, I love beer, I could go for shopping for Czech glass beads, and I even
know a few helpful Czech phrases! Such as, "What did you say?", and "Please
translate that to English." bg Oh, and nazdravie, of course. (phonetic
spelling, there. Dad's family spoke Czech, albeit a 60-yr-old dialect, but he
never *taught* it to me, darn it. most annoying.)

Just keep the slivovitz. *Please*. That stuff is deadly. I was 12 in '68 when
Dad's second cousin and family came to visit - a month before the Russians went
in - and a bottle of slivovitz was one of the few things they could bring. Of
course we had to drink a toast right away. Lucky I didn't make the mistake of
sipping...but even gulping it down in one go, man, my sinuses nearly exploded!
I swear half of it evaporated as soon as it hit my tongue. *You* guys can drink
all the slivovitz. I'll stick to beer. )

Hey, shouldn't we be able to get some line flax over there???

Monica - somewhat more disjointed than usual from d'loading graphics for about
the last 7 hours...
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