And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Johnny G, Ceremonial Baths In Wine Vats, And The Gentlemen’s League Of Printers.

It’s that time again. The one weekend each year when the real Gutenberger- the Meenzer- those born within the sound of the church bells, the Määnzer- those born in the city, but not within the sound of the bells, and the Mainzer- those who have moved in and now live here turn their faces to […]

And Gutenberg Lived Here: When The Heat’s In The Feet, Then The Street’s Not So Neat.

It’s hot here in Gutenberg Land. As in hot, hot, hot hot. Which is the sound feet make when walking on melting tar, hot, hot, hot, hot, all the while jumping large holes made in the surfacing by cars trying to avoid the newly instituted “park the sides of the street full, and you get […]

And Gutenberg Lived Here: Sunday In The Land Of Celts And Teutonics

In a recent “And Gutenberg Lived Here” blog, I talked about Sunday morning in the land of Celts and Teutonics. We have a huge population of celtic ancestry here- Stonehenge-like builders from way back, (they were here before they went to GB or Ireland) and the result on the populace is visible. Those Gutenberger descended […]

And Gutenberg Lived Here: Art Imitates Life- Imitates Art- Imitates Life.

Thursday, Corpus Christi Day, was a big holiday here in Gutenberg Land- and any  of the other fifteen German states that are historically and predominantly Roman Catholic. We faked the required barbecue, and just nuked two ears of corn and some haloumi cheese, and ate on the balcony. Followed by a quick round of “have […]