OUR MAN in EUROPE/dave delacroix/Part 8: "Riders on the Storm".

Part 8:  "Riders on the Storm."


Never put me in the front seat of a Taxi. Always...in the back.

It's late, having performed a Gig at Usingens Casablanca Music Palace; bar closing time, on the cusp of dawn.
"Gute nacht, Achim!!" (the Casa's charming owner)

Our Taxi driver for this evening; a farmer's wife-country girl:
"Where you go?"

...And I look at "mein chauffer", Roxanne (?); OK, Helmut! And with a wink to the lads and lasses crammed into the back seat,  say: "Ich lieber dicht!"

The "great white" (big fella/girl) considers this for a moment, and without actually blinking an eye, says:
"Merzhausen!"
(Peels of laughter!)

Of course, "then"... I really AM in love.
(O Bitburgers! O Bitburgers!)

It's been something of a hectic past day and night. The Count's (Herr Graf Alex von Ludwigshafen) girlfriend, Udith, I've conscripted to be my "Agent de Livre" for a token 20% of all future earnings from Music & writings, which, on reflection, causes me some concern...as I already owe 20% to my Editors; Miss J. de Lorca (in the USA), Miss J. Manley (Australia), my Accountessa: a whopping 50% (also in the USA), investors, Patrons, etc., leaving me wondering just HOW I'm gonna pay the bills!...

OOPS! -yup. Tourist info;
"sur la route".
-Fricken Castle, on your left.
Camel Ranch (in Germany!), THERE! -right there!
Fachtwerkhausen, all over the place.
-ZOOM!
Roxanne/Helmuts zips us by!


Using-Merz, on the cusp of dawn.

c 2010. dave delacroix/our man in europe