Sadness by the fireplace.
So, here I am at our house in Rancho Mirage. I had dinner and then watched an amazing documentary about the Nazis’ wives and Jewish fashion designers. It seems that when Goebbels banned Jews from high fashion, German rich people’s clothes got to be so drab that Nazi big wigs’ wives connived to have Jewish fashion designers and seamstresses sent to Sachsenhausen concentration camp and to Auschwitz to make clothes for the fashion leaders of the master race. Naturally, when the war ended, they killed most of them but one or two survived to tell the tale.
That is how powerful fashion and “looking good” are even in the home of ultimate evil, Hitler’s Berlin.
My head spun and I fell asleep by the fire. HOW BLESSED CAN A MAN BE TO BE ABLE TO SLEEP BY A FIREPLACE WHEN HIS COUSINS WERE NOT LONG AGO BEING MURDERED FOR BEING JEWS EVEN WHEN I WAS STILL ALIVE?
I awakened not sure where I was and stretched out my arm for Alex. She wasn’t there. She’s back in Beverly Hills BY THE POOL!!!!
I reached for Julie Good Girl, my German short-haired pointer. She’s in heaven.
I felt incredibly sad until I thought of the seamstresses murdered by the SS.
It’s lonely to miss my wifey and I am going back right now to be near her. It’s lonely to miss my Julie Good Girl. But what counts? I can get in a car and in a few hours I will be back in Beverly Hills and with my wife. And that’s my story.