Ever since I wrote the blog about March yesterday,
I’ve been thinking.
It doesn’t get more dangerous than that.
But this time,
I was thinking peaceful.
March is named for Mars,
the god of war.
It comes in like a lion
and out like a lamb.
Like a lot of musicians I know
who arrive to give a concert,
after spending forty minutes looking for a parking spot
and then end up putting up a begging sign
“Giving concert inside- benefit- please don’t tow away
since I can’t pay the fine.”
Ah yes, the joys of music.
they give an out of this world concert,
sing like all the angels in the world have blessed them,
and then go out to find-
a parking ticket.
Which we all had to chip in to pay.
And his dinner afterwards.
He is now assistant prof at a music school.
Good is good.
In all aspects.
What a joy to know people like that.
So now back to Mars.
Which is actually Mars
with a ch-
the country sign for Switzerland,
the nation of peace, toblerone,
And if you believe that,
see if you can find a copy of the film
(the Swiss makers)
Made sometime in the late sixties
or early seventies,
it describes the adventures of a group of foreign residents
trying to study to take the long and complicated exam
to become Swiss citizens.
And an investigator who spies on them all
for the office of immigration.
And ends up discovering
he couldn’t pass the exam if he had to.
Not to knock the Swiss,
I like all of them I have met
actually a good couple of dozen,
except one gent
who told me women couldn’t vote there
because they didn’t have a sword.
(You get one if you serve in the military.)
And every home supposedly has one-
in the closet.
Next to the rifle.
They have to own.
In case of attack.
Other nations, other customs.
Like dying a whole river green
on St Patrick’s Day,
so you feel you have earned the right
to drink green beer.
Don’t get me started.
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