God, it must have been great to winter in Schruns before the rich came.

To ski down a mountain you had to climb up it. Climbing up strengthened you legs for skiing down.

There was no funicular.

All funiculus means is cord.

Play it like a zoozer.

I dream of playing the swinette on stage, at Americana music festivals, selling my books at the record table afterwards. A swinette, you stretch two horsehairs across a hog's ass and pick it with your teeth. Brew mounts the steps, walks across the stage with great dignity, takes a stuffed Miss Piggy doll out from under his robes, lifts her skirt, presses her butt to his face, and squeals like a stuck pig. Great cry and little wool, as the Devil said when he sheared the hogs.

Dream on, big man.

Hemingway and Hadley drank light beer and dark beer and new wine and wine a year old. Kirsch and Schnapps.

A zuzu is a whirligig.