We went to Michigan's ode to Bavaria - a small town called Frankenmuth Saturday for dinner. HB and I have both been there quite a few times in our short, glamorous lives. But this is the first time we went together. As usual, the food was great and we stuffed ourselves to the gills. But there was a disturbance in the force as we drove by Bronner's.
For the uninitiated, Bronner's is the world's largest Christmas store. Acres of glitzy, glammy commertialism, surrounded by hundreds of miles of billboards reminding everyone of said place. Well, Mr. Bronner died Saturday, the day we drove past his temple to December 25th. We resisted the urgent need to actually go into Bronner's this time, so we didn't get to properly pay our respects. But next time we need a Christmas tree ornament shaped like a beer stein, we'll be back.
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When are you moving to Florida? That's where all the other folks who scan the obits live. And you accuse me of being the seide.
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