Can anyone sing it well? How do you feel about standing for it? If you could write a new anthem, what would your lyrics say? Is a professional ball game a suitable venue for the national anthem, or are we just asking for trouble playing it in a sports arena?
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Love ’em or hate ’em? Do you consider tomatoes and corn vegetables? If you were making vegetable soup from scratch, what would you be sure to include?
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What’s your favorite musical? Hamilton? South Pacific? Lion King? Hello, Dolly? Did you ever perform in a musical? If you were to write a musical, what would the plot be? What style of music? What would the dancers’ costumes be like? Minimalist sets, or lavish scenery?
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My dream car used to be a Camaro. When we were raising our kids, I drove a 7-seater Caravan. Now I have my mid-life crisis car: a Mustang.
What was your first car? What do you drive now? Or what would you drive if money were no object? Or maybe you prefer an alternate method of getting around.
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When I was nine years old, my parents, who were German immigrants and still had relatives there, took my baby brother and me to Germany on vacation. It was their first visit home in ten years.
Schloss Hellbrun, photo by Nicholas Even
One of the highlights of the trip for me was crossing the border into Salzburg, Austria. We toured the famous salt mine, and visited the fabled Hellbrun Palace, built in 1613–19 by Markus Sittikus von Hohenems, Prince and Archbishop of Salzburg.
photo by Zairon
Schloss Hellbrun is also famous for its Wasserspiele, literally “water games.” Hidden among the gardens are fountains, a series of practical jokes devised by Sittikus to be played on his guests. If I remember correctly, I was among a throng of tourists absorbed in the workings of a miniature mechanical village (pictured above)tucked inside a little grotto on the grounds when we were suddenly squirted with water. (My parents stepped back with baby Billy just moments before. Obviously, they knew what was coming.)
Below are more statuary and trick fountains in the gardens. (Click on the photos below to enlarge and reveal the photo credits.)
