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Memories of Hans are always funny. Like sitting in his favorite restaurant in Neu Köln, the one where the air conditioner drips water on you as you walked in, drinking Sambuca(sp) set on fire by Hans.
Another was getting fussed at by Hans because I drove the Kragekaperwagen into downtown Milan when I should have gone strait to the Irdroscalo. Hans woke up when I had to stab the brakes to keep from running over a Carrabinneri(sp) who was waving his arms and slapping the windshield. Hans smoothed it over real well. I could have found the place if the signs hadn't been in a foreign language or sumptin"
Here's a pic of Hans and son Peer at Lakeland.
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