a true walk off

Yesterday as me and tony were climbing off our bikes and walking up the school in Wistedt, i caught a glimpse of something brown out of my left eye. as my head turned and my right eye, the good eye, focused in, i recognized this creature as a deer. It was running straight for the building and at the last second took an immediate right turn, heading toward the front door. at this exact moment there was a group of 5 or 6 students coming out of that door that had no idea what was coming their way. the first 5 were a bit farther ahead and were out of harm's way, but the last boy looked to be right in the line of fire. It looked like something straight out of one of those Final Destination movies or something, a freak accident, and i could see it playing in my head as the deer loaded on its hind legs and sprang across the entryway. i held my breath, waiting for the collision, but luckily the boy saw the deer at the last moment and stopped mere inches from certain death...ok so maybe that was a bit dramatic but it was damn close and i thought for sure that kid was going to get absolutely steamrolled by Bambi.

Last night we went to Hassi's place for a few beers after dinner. He lives in Heidenau (i think thats how you spell it) which is 5 km from Dohren. now this may not sound like much, and in reality its not that far. But the up hill climb into a 20 mph head wind made the bike ride very unpleasant. then me and Tony took a wrong turn and got a bit lost...but come to find out, we just turned 1 street too early and werent that far away from where we needed to be. so the night started out with a few Astras and Becks as we watched the Wachen festival DVD. Wachen is a village about the size of Dohren (1000 people or so) and it hosts the largest heavy metal festival in all of Europe. People come from all over the world to take part in this 4 day extraveganza, around 100,000 people in fact. the people of the town sell beer from their gardens, food right off their grills, and even the chance at use a clean bathroom...all for the right price of course. the local children tie carts to the backs of their bikes and happily cart cases of beer to and from the supermarket for the patrons...again, for a price. i think the town probably makes more in this week than it does in the rest of the year. Hassi, Schnapps, and Bernie are all going to this year's festival at Wachen and will undoubtedly be the only ones there with short hair and without leather pants...i wish them luck.

as we drank more beers, we threw in an ACDC concert DVD from back in the day and saw what Angus and the guys looked like when they first started doing music. they had a different singer, more hair, and took less time between songs...these seem to be the only differences between now and then. As Johst stood to leave, Hassi said the one thing that he knew would get him to stay, "let's have a whiskey." Johst sat back down and waited patiently for a bit of the "water of life." Johst had to leave after just one, he had to drive. me and Tony on the other hand sat and had 2 more and were pretty buzzed by the time we left at 11:30. the ride home was a much quicker one with the wind at our backs, but since we were traveling on rural country roads, there were no street lights. I took out my phone and kept pressing buttons to make the screen light up and used that as a headlight for safer travel. i patted myself on the back for that one..."using my head for more than a hat rack" as Dad would say.

Today me, Brockman, and Hinzy went to a school on the other side of Luneburg which took us an hour and a half to get to. these children were all special needs kid with mentally disabilities but were quite good considering it was their first time playing baseball. there were a few kids that tired of the game quickly and needed to be talked into continuing with the rest of the class but i have run across that in every one of the classes. the day got interesting when we started to play the games because they didnt fully understand the rules and sometimes ran to first with the bat, or chased the ball after they hit it and tried to hit it again. but it was a good time and i think they had fun. the last hitter of the day was a boy who could swing pretty well and he sent a liner past the fielders and began walking to 1st. I figured he'd stop there but he turned and continued walking to 2nd where again he turned and headed for 3rd. by the time the ball had gotten back to the pitcher, the runner had a walking stand-up triple...theres a first time for everything i guess. A true walk off.

off to the office,

A-Ron