I’m enjoying myself much more than I should be.
My wife Nicole and I are having dinner at a faux Bavarian restaurant in a faux Bavarian town in the mountains of the Pacific Northwest, 5,000 miles from Germany’s Bavarian Alps. Leavenworth, Washington, is a mining-and-timber enclave that fell on hard times and deliberately reincarnated itself as a tourist destination. The urbane view of this is that worldly travelers should shut their eyes while they speed through town as quickly as possible.
