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Author Archives: Fran Hart
That was random….
While we were purchasing our train tickets yesterday morning (there are kiosks for this activity) a local came up to us and began yammering in German. We replied as only seemed appropriate with our standard “English?” response. The guy switched … Continue reading
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Another day, another couple of kms walked
Today I felt like Goldilocks in the tourist scene. One of my companions is too agreeable and the other is too contentious. When we laid out our Sunday strategy on Friday, we’d agreed to meet at 9am in the lobby, … Continue reading
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Frankfurt: all that and then some
Today was a great day, despite extreme sleep deprivation. Or maybe because of the sleep deprivation. On my first night here I woke in the middle of the night to do a few hours of e-mail (don’t ask). In the … Continue reading
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Random news for the Nord (Saturday a.m.)
You might recall my adventure on Day 1 that required me to change rooms because of the construction noise. I’m not sure if I adequately conveyed the time pressure that I was under for that move. When I got to … Continue reading
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Friday in Frankfurt
If I didn’t have to work while I was over here I could spend more time having adventures and writing about my adventures. Tonight we had dinner on the Main River (pronounced “Mine” river) at a trendy little restaurant called … Continue reading
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Welcome to Frankfurt, part iii
What might be the one thing that could make this entire trip worthwhile? Knowing that my time and energy spent smiling at unhappy German customers will result in a complete and satisfying turn-around: no less than delighted European customers. Or, … Continue reading
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Welcome to Frankfurt, part ii
My companions are supposed to pick me up at noon. I figured with 3 hours to spare (well, 2.5 hrs after I fiddle-farted around) I could catch a quick nap, then shower and get ready to go visit customers this … Continue reading
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Welcome to Frankfurt
Every time I fly I think “I need to lose weight”. Clearly thin people have more space available to them, relatively speaking, than that which is afforded to larger people. I’m 2 hours into this 9.5ish hour flight and I’m … Continue reading
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Celebration
On Good Friday, He died for our sins. On Saturday, His believers did not know or fully understand. They feared. They doubted. They waited, uncertain, for what would become the first Easter morning, the day of His resurrection. On Easter … Continue reading
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Cancer
Philip stared at the screen. He’d survived 90 years without ever needing Craig’s list but now it seemed the perfect solution. Back in ’45 when he acquired his peculiar little bottle with its ever-so-special contents, the likes of the internet … Continue reading
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