Death of a Disco Fly

...well it happens a lot 'round here. And if you think peace is a common goal, just wait till four or five of these nasty-ass creatures start buzzing around your ears. I wonder if the power could somehow be amp up... then maybe they would make more of an explosion when they die. Die! Die! Die! Disco Fly.

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Dark and Frantic Transatlactic Miles

Seat backs and tables to there original positions, once again it is time to brave a ride on todays commercial flying experience. Due to security restrictions, no robot pirate monkey... alas, fret not friendly American friend, for your pleasure I bring you the next best thing: a real live German wine-killer named Dirk.

So hi-yah, America! If you have a little time to get sucked up into some vacation mode fun, send me an email, adjusting the seatbelt to fit low and snug on the hips. Naturally, this is all very spontaneous, poorly planed, typical baden stuff---but what better way to have an adventure? One sketch of a plan* just might initially look something like:

-----October 2005-------
18: Fly to USA
19 - 21: San Francisco
22: Rod's wedding in Yontville
23: Sacramento
25ish: Drive motor home down to San Diego
27ish: Los Angeles
29ish: Round Mountain
-----November 2005----------
2ish: Seattle/Bellingham
5ish: Bellingham/Vancouver
8ish: Reno/Tahoe
9ish: Sacramento
12ish: San Francisco
14: Fly back to Deutschland
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*Everything except flights and the wedding is subject to change.

Since there is a motor home and foreign national involved, there will most likely be road-tripping in plentiful supply interspersed Chinese fire drills, visiting with friends like you... and the much needed day or three to simply chill.

All the best, and hope to see you soon!

Baden