No Muscles in Brussels
The 18 of us left Amsterdam 2 days ago and arrived in Brussels. This country is known for (1) Chocolate, (2) Waffles, (3) Beer, (4) Capital of the EU, and (5) Jean Claude van Damm aka Muscles from Brussels. Since arriving, I’ve eaten chocolate non-stop, waffles twice a day, drank 8 different types of beer, enjoyed an amazingly informative tour at the Chantillon Brewery, saw same EU federal buildings, but alas, no Jean Claude, most likely womanizing in Los Angeles.
My friend Dan accompanied me to a tobacco shop yesterday and assisted in picking out a briar wood pipe, made by Brebbia. I am now a pipe smoker. The aromatic mango tobacco was an absolute pleasure to smoke, particularly paired with a Chimay sitting at a corner tavern surrounded by Wallonians. When I get to London, I will find myself a red velvet smoking jacket and my alter ego will be complete.
Speaking of alter egos, I want to pay tribute to an alter ego of a dear friend of mine in Kaohsiung, Zoey Kennedy. Everyone should take on an alter ego to do evil.
Any clever suggestions for my alter ego name, please chime in.
