May 25 ē 11:21 PM

Celery's gettin' a little soft over there

July 16, 2008
Editor's note: This is another installment in a series of travel adventures in Germany written by Celery City Charlie, whose wit and wisdom has appeared on these pages periodically for the past 20 years. When he's not on the golf course or traveling abroad, Charlie lives in Imlay City, the former 'Celery Capital of the World.' We've gotten word that Charlie made his way back to the states—and the area—last week.

Dere Mr. Editer:

The Missus and I finished our trip along the Mosel River and then headed south so we could see the Black Forest and go into the Alps. I am writin this letter from a town close to Austria called Obersdorf.

I could spend a long time jist tellin you about the things we saw along the drive but thet ain't the reason I'm writin this letter. Its more a matter of reflectin on things when one has the chanc to do so in the peace and serenity of Bavarian Alps. I kinda got to turnin this over in my mind jist a little when the Missus and I set down on the veranda outside our hotel, ordered some Franken wine and looked at the beauty of the mountains, the valley below us and the little village with a stream running through it in thet valley. It were a beautiful day, with blue skies, no clouds and about 75 degrees.

I told the Missus thet while I'd had my doubts bout goin to Europe it were jist another case of where she knew best. Mr. Editer you know thet it is hard fer me to admit thet there are times when someone has a better take on things thin I do but I have found out, sometimes the hard way, thet the Missus has got a purty good handle on things herself and if'n I have any sense, I best listen when she speaks.

Anyhow, whilst we set there drinkin our wine and enjoyin the view I told her thet I were thankful thet she decided on this trip. Thet she had opened doors fer me; doors thet I never knew existed and thet it made me love her even more. Now, with the way you know me Mr. Editer, and bein the cynic thet you are, you might think thet I had some other purpose in mind. But you'd be wrong as I'd been thinking thet all of the things I worry about back home and all of the concerns thet I have in jist day to day livin, none of them mean very much whin you look at the larger picture. There we were, two happily married persons, with good health and the good fortune to be together in a beautiful part of the world, on a beautiful day, sharing a bottle of good German wine. Life is good. All the everyday worries are jist kinda small potatoes.

The Missus were kinda takin aback when I express-ed those thoughts to her. It ain't been often in our life thet I git kinda philosophical. I know thet you think thet I am kinda of a tough old guy with a hard shell. Personal Mr. Editer, I'm not sure, after all these years, you know me quite as well as you think. You are jist half right. I do have a kindler, gentler side to me also. I jist don't show it very often, but wine and beauty will bring it out. The poet Omar Khayyam put it into words in his poem The Rubaiyat, "a jug of wine, a loaf of bread and thou."

Yrs. truly,

—Celery City Charlie

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