Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Who never doubted, never half believed. Where doubt is, there truth is - it is her shadow
Colorado Tax Dollars At Work
The mention of Eichmann brings up an interesting anecdote. About 13 or 14 years ago on one of our various trips to Europe, we ended up at a hotel in Salzburg, with a particularly efficient, friendly manager, who spoke impeccable English. His face looked vaguely familiar and I couldn't place it. You guessed it, when we returned home I realized that our friendly hotelier was a dead ringer for none other than the late unlamented Obersturmbannfuhrer. Had this been Linz instead of Salzburg, I would've been seriously freaked out, as the Eichmann family was from that very stadt. The possibility that this gentleman was a relation isn't entirely out of the question, since Linz is what, about an hour by train from Salzburg?
Far be it from me to comment on sartorial matters, but can someone administer a cluebat to Mr. Jackson? Showing up on the first day of your trial for molesting a kid dressed in anything other than a dark suit with a sober tie doesn't exactly demonstrate a high regard for the gravity of the matter.