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Stormin' Norman Conquest

The hiatus is over. Here are some thoughts as we left Paris:

We got a car. The agent told us to drive down the Champs Elysee to get out of town. We got smart. Rue Rive Gauche, followed by a few more hours, and we arrived in Normandie. Etretat, etcetera:



The sun also sets, Mr. Hemingway:



Chris loves her oiseaux:



Remember, when in a cave in the ocean, do not panic. Please wait for the tide to go out before leaving:



Screw that. I watch Man vs. Wild:



What can I say? I had a tee time on the back nine:



But then it wss off to Provo, Spain, uh, er Utah Beach. It looks so tranquil:



Until you realize your girlfriend is a German spy and has thrown you into a bunker:



In all seriousness, nearly 10,000 Americans rest here, and there was no getting around how sad it was to walk around:



Many facts and figures from D-Day can be found, but the American Cemetary tells the story better:



Precision, from a day of chaos:



My grandfather fought in the Pacific, where most Jews asked or were forced to fight, but this Kleine was among the fallen:



After that, off to Bayeux, most famous for the tapestry detialings the Battle of Hastings. Cliff Notes: Harold, Easy Ed the Confessor, and William the Bastard-cum-Conqueror (not a joke, his actual name change) engaged in a real doozie of a succession crises. Ed died. Harold was duplicitous. William handled his business. As for me, I was ready for some 11th-century combat:



No one more chivalrous than me. I fight for country. I fight for honor. I fight for shorties:

Chateau country next. I'll save you some Chambord.

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