I knew a young man who sobbed that he had nothing to contribute to the world: his entire life was a failure. A pat on the back and some sincere sounding sympathy got him talking about a wild drunken weekend he and his friends spent racing around the Pennsylvania outback, only to have their euphoria crushed when their old car bottomed out in the mountains, far from any mechanic or town of any size.
The engine was shot.
Continue reading “Is This the Veeblefetzer?”
It’s hard to believe but I don’t spend every minute of every day reading and keeping this website current. Actually I try to keep up with a number of television shows and movies on Netflix, Amazon, HBO Max, and even Apple TV. I find my interests are concentrated on detective stories, usually from Europe but also from South America.
When they’re in Spanish, Latin Spanish, or French, I have the added challenge of trying to keep up with the language as well as concentrating on solving the mystery or identifying the killer. But for some reason I have recently become addicted to detective shows that involve a lot of very cold wind and snow: shows from Iceland, Finland, even Poland and Russia.
Continue reading “How’s Your Icelandic?”