Augsburger Auxiliary Services

The story starts out promisingly enough,  I liked the term drim and drizmal.  The possibility of two women caught my attention.  Two women, if Beagles was short of cash he should have put up his watch. maybe that gold locket with the cameo of the woman who so cruelly dumped him (Dear John letter?) and sent him down the Kurfurstendam (cool how the Krauts preface their streetnames with the.  We never say the State Street, or the 55th?) in the drim drizmal that night, or hell, some state secret, how often does the chance for two women arise?

Some auxiliary service?  One well wonders what that was.  Perhaps it is more exotic and alluring if it remains unexplained.  I would have liked to hear more about this mysterious protocol for approaching Augsburger Fraulein.  It seems like back here in the States they do the approaching, and if it's the other way they are not particular.

And then the story just sort of, ahem, peters out.  They weren't there, and later on they weren't there again and then stateside Beagles never approaches the home grown peaches because, well maybe he thought that he could never get Augsburger auxiliary services here, and maybe he liked it in the USA but he loved the Augsburger Way.  Hopes and longings, the stuff of good stories.

And what about the girl who was flattered to be taken for a working girl and was tempted to try it out if her boyfriend didn't show up?  I would have liked to hear more about that exchange.

In Austin the girls paraded down the main drag Irma La Duce style.  It was nice to watch but I was too prim to buy a taste.  Here in Chicago which has or had a reputation for being wide open I couldn't tell you where the hookers are.  Even the Gentleman's Clubs seem to keep a low profile in seedy areas.


There is more philosophy in the Institute than you can shake as stick at and Old Dog complains about that:  And now I'm done with this topic since I think it's a philosophical issue that will never be resolved to everyone's satisfaction.

And yet he goes out of his way to drudge up this uncomical comic which does a disservice to my favorite philosopher Wittgenstein.  If he wants philosophy there is plenty here, though sadly enough no tales of two women.


I know I have been saying this forever, even before he got elected, but perhaps this is at last the straw that broke the Donald's back.  Mattis's resignation, some republican hawks in office daring to openly badmouth the toddler in chief, this shilly-shallying on the wall and the gummint shut down, which appears to have no end in sight.  Oh and the investigations entangling ever higher-hanging fruit. perhaps the end is near.