Mike is cleaning out the basement. That’s a huge job. I have not been down there since the flood of 1729. But I have made him shove all that I could not part with but had no use for into the bowels of the big yellow house.
While he was finding old journals and military memories in Bekins moving boxes, he also found this tag:
It was “developed” by a very funny restaurant and club owner, a great friend of Mike’s and myself.
She had a dry sense of humor. Long story short, this tag reads:
I am bar hopping tonight.
If I cannot find my way home, please affix this tag to my lapel and send me home.
Name and address below.
The sender is identified as the restaurant which was (it no longer exists) Baumann’s Hoehle. Translated: Baumann’s Cave
When I was very young and out with my friends, we often saw people, late night, with these tags hanging from their lapels or belt buckles – everybody wanted one
I miss Westerland/Sylt. We had too much fun there.
I hope you find this as amusing as I do 😆