My father’s father was a professional cook. He cooked for the German military and then the English occupation. I don’t know which masters he preferred. The only memory that I have of his professional career happened much later when he gave an exam for cook apprentices.

I am sure that he would have enjoyed your meal for the teenagers.

I contrast, my mother’s family was less well-fed due to the strength of my mother’s father’s political views. His name was Karl.

And the “miscreants” turned out to be some rather friendly and enthusiastic teenagers. Their reputation as a last chance before hard time reform group turned out to be a wild exaggeration.

However, I will still give the reservations office that booked them for $79.00 each for two and a half days instead of our usual off season rate of $159.00 a day (meals and activities included) a piece of my mind.

Yes, I guess many artists can find themselves needing to produce work like that to survive. Glad it’s not the usual situation for you.

And at least you didn’t get caught in an avalanche. We lost a couple in Montana this year, as usual.