A Memory

At the Hofbrau House in Munich, Germany. Dee-runk on Pilsners served in mugs the size of your noggin. And I have a large noggin. Been drinking said Pilsners all day. Since we arrived in Munchen. All we did, in fact. Beirgarden to Beirgarden. Liter to Liter. Buzz to tipsy. Drunk to wasted.

Left alone in some sort of back room. And there is a small rocking horse. And there is Schrowe. Giant beer mug in hand. Climbing on top of the small rocking horse. And rocking. And drinking. And singing. Singing his English "translation" of what the group of Italians we saw earlier were singing.

USA Sucks
Italy Rules!
USA Sucks
Italy Rules!

And a giant smile as big as his mug. Making his eyes squint so they may as well have been closed. A smile showing his teeth. Which was rare. And a definite sign he was happy.