For no
apparent
reason I
continue

to look for
ways to amuse
my life in
Chicago. As
you obviously
understand
from this
footage, a good
sound can be
made anywhere.


After the event, I said,
"I can hear myself."


Of course, on a bad hair day I can always
reminisce about the Berlin wall ... there was
always something magical about leaving the
American sector, which, come to think of it,
never looked American to begin with ... or did it?


Makes you wish you
could have lived there,
doesn't it?

Frankly,
though,
the saddest
thing
is that
I'll never see
Honecker
kissing
Brezhnev
again.