Ina's Bier Kamp

This will be the longest post -- a collection of images from the most (infamous) moment -- four days in Vienna enduring the rigors of Ina's Bier Kamp. Based on this image, it must have been the first day.

Photo credit: Jo Ann Jordan

The Characters of Salzburg College

One of our 'photog' assignments was capturing portraits in a cartoon style. Guess who this fine Salzburg College scholar is?

The Italy Trip

Fall break, we spread across Europe -- some of us to Italy.  As luck would have it, John Paul II was elected Pope while we were in Rome. A number of folks captured memorable images -- Jim, Paula and others.  Here's a shot of mine -- JP saying hello to all of us that fine October day.

Here We Go

Thanks to Susan Goldman for being the spark to get us together October 23 in Chicago.  While more details are being worked out, here's a recent stream to get oriented.


Sue flashback...think is was vienna, we were in a hotel, and across the hall, the sink fell off the wall in one of your rooms.


Brian Miller expansion:   

Your memory serves you correctly.

The room you refer to, did in fact, have a sink, tragically fall off the wall.

Quite possibly, allegedly due to some male/female hanky-panky.

(Yes, your visualization is probably correct.)

This was the same, official, JFK Memorial room where we:

1.) Paid homage to JFK's brilliant, "Ich bin ein Berliner!" speech.

This all evolved from an unfortunate mix-up, as some of us were under 

the mistaken impression that we were actually in Berlin.

2.) Fought for places on the couch to watch the maid, who with a very short skirt, made-up the beds.  She really looked quite incredible.  It was as if we were in a dream.

"Sure we'll miss St. Chuck's Cathedral, but we can see that anytime".

(I'm not making one word of this up, it was absolutely pathetic.)

3.) Sang: "Barbasol, Barbasol, Beard-Busting, Beard-Busting Barbasol" ad-nauseum.

4.) Created a quite impressive human pyramid.

5.) Upon our departure, it was inspected by the authorities and described as a "schweinplatz".

Our sweetheart maid had not saved us that day.

I'm sure others can expand on this Viennese Mardi Gras.

Ah, memories...

Brian