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Believe it or not, even though I spent three years in Germany, I never visited Munich.

A long time ago, I worked for a small financial journal. On the same floor in our office building, there was a company that had just developed a new personality test or psychological inventory and they were introducing it to the market. They asked me if I would like to take their test, and I said,"sure." When they evaluated my test, they said their impression from the test was that I was an extremely shy person working very hard at compensating for my shyness. I didn't say anything, but I thought that they had really nailed me. I was always grateful to have received this bit of information about myself.

We used to go to Berlin occasionally. We would take the duty train from Frankfurt. The train left Frankfurt at around 10PM and arrived in Berlin at 8A or so. The only thing I remember about the food in Berlin was the food trucks - they called them "Schnellimbisse." It was mostly sausage and ethnic food like Shashlik. And the breakfast at the Pension was usually pretty good.

When I was in the Army, I was stationed at the American hospital in Heidelberg. It was actually in a suburb of Heidelberg, in a town called Rohrbach. The restaurants and the Gasthauses in that part of town were just outstanding. It seemed impossible to get a bad meal. When somebody rotated back to the States, it was customary for all of their friends and colleagues to take them out to dinner at their choice of place. A friend asked me to take him to the Hotel Ritter - one of the nicest hotels in Heidelberg. I gulped and said "OK." It was a lot of fun. We had Chateaubriand, carved tableside and some sort of flaming dessert. I remember the check was 90.00 Marks - about $30.00 - big money in the 70s.

I like to stack em. 5-10 of Cialis and 50 of viagra

Very economical, but having someone cut your hair and trim your beard is one of those little luxuries that you shouldn't go without.

When I was in college, Jonas Salk came to deliver a guest lecture Everybody was excited and really looking forward to hearing the great Jonas Salk. He turned out to be a total asshole who was completely impressed with himself. It was really a comedown.

The communist regime fell and was replaced by a democracy and guess what? The jewels are on display in a museum in Krakow. so all's well that ends well.

I think I would like it, but on general principles, would not serve it because of the sour cream. Thanksgiving dinner is already groaningly rich without adding in yet more sour cream.

I like vegetarian pizza - peppers, olives, mushrooms, etc. Even doing away with all of the cured meats, you still have that heavy layer of cheese.

Just gorgeous - a muscleboy with a vagina.

Prosciutto is certainly leaner than pepperoni or salami. I enjoy pizza, but it's one of those things that isn't very satisfying. You inhale all that saturated fat and excess salt, yet an hour later you're hungry.

Who should have gotten them - the government-in-exile?

There was a kernel of truth to his story. In fact, the Polish National Treasures were turned over to the Canadian government for safekeeping at some point during the war, but they were returned to Poland in the early 60s.

I met a guy once who told me he was the Crown Prince of Poland. It was in the mens' bar at the Mont Royal Hotel in Montreal, which was sort of gay on the DL. It was a hangout for closeted businessmen. So this tall old guy started chatting me up and he told me he was the Crown prince of Poland and was involved in a lawsuit against the Canadian government because they were holding the Polish crown jewels, which had been removed from Poland by the Canadian Forces during WWII to keep them safe from the Nazis. He said, as the heir to the Polish throne, he was entitled to possession of the crown jewels. Even at the tender of 18, the story sounded spurious, but he was pleasant and he kept buying me drinks. But I also thought, "Why couldn't he be the Crown Prince of Poland?" This was during the Viet Nam war and a lot of draft dodgers were moving to Canada. He told me if I wanted to move to Canada to get out of the draft, I could stay with him. I talked with him for a couple of hours. He wanted to stay in touch, so I gave him my address and I got a couple of notes or cards from him.

What a great story!!

The only person of note I have ever wanted to meet is George Clooney.

I think I gave my first blowjob when I was 18. I didn’t like it much. I think I was probably in my late 20s before I learned to enjoy sucking dick.

I like straight guys. I even like becoming mildly infatuated with a straight guy. But I have never developed an emotional attachment to a straight guy that caused me any heartache.

I really like nice steak. I like quality lean steak like filet or top sirloin or flat iron steak cooked medium rare. Whenever I have it, I always have the same thought-I could eat this all day every day.

It’s all the unhealthy stuff that makes it so tasty. Get rid of the meats and the cheese and all that’s left is bread crust with tomato sauce-not horrible but kind of boring.

For some reason, people who say that they can’t meet anybody know to do all these things, yet they don’t do them. I suspect it’s because they want someone RIGHT NOW. They don’t have any patience with the process.

The circles I run in- mostly couples, some for 30+ years

True enough. Its one of the fastest, simplest things you can do to improve the way you feel. Something even simpler is to do some task that you've been putting off doing. The sense of relief from doing it feels great.

I used to have a spine problem that made it extremely painful to stand for more than a few minutes. I solved the problem of not being able to stand for chores like shaving and cooking by sitting on a tall stool. I would sit on my tall stool at the kitchen counter chopping vegetables. I would move the stool to the stove when I needed to cook something. If I needed to shave, I put the stool in front of the bathroom sink.