Several months ago, I sent my daughter to Prague, Czech Republic for her further education and general improvement. When her feet hit the ground and she had acclimated herself to her surroundings, she decided to create a blog spot in which to record her personal discoveries and to let her parents and friends know what she was up to.
Her first writings were informative and quite clever. They also showed her abilities as a writer. After reading the first two blogs, we were understandably excited about the prospect of future letters from the child.
Unfortunately, it quickly appeared that she was only good for about one communication a month. Then it developed that no matter how many times you visited her blog spot, nothing changed. We didn't know whether she had lost her ability to communicate in English or if she had lost a finger or hand. We were completely at a loss!
However, we soon began to communicate by telephone and im on the computer, so we were assured that no such trauma had occurred. My wife/her mother subsequently visited her for a week and a half and I came to realize that it is nothing more than some neo-modern witchcraft with which Prague has placed her under its spell. We hear Dixie-land jazz in the background and we see large sausages and piles of smoked pork passing her lips, not to mention the large steins, cups, glasses, and other containers of golden pilsner passing down her street legal throat. It is intoxicating in so many ways.
I have seen it work its magic on my wife too. We were sojourning in St. Simons and time was winding toward supper when I realized that she was lost in staring at her pictures from Prague she had downloaded on her computer. Again one afternoon, I came home and found her flipping through Mission Impossible I and Samantha Brown Travels Through Europe to catch glimpses of Prague. Clearly, Central Europe has it's wiles.
Oh well, someday I may see it myself.
About Me
- TBAYNHAMIII
- I was born in Kentucky, though my parents had been living in Knoxville before my birth. My mother's mother lived across the street from the hospital in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, which was convenient. I moved around quite a bit when I was young, but ended up in Georgia. I like to read and write and love food and drink way too much. I have a funny wife and daughter who has finished her batchelor's degree and is living with her grandmother in North Atlanta and studying advertising. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I had not gone to law school. Regrets come and go with the seasons.
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