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Mom, Peter, and Uncle Uli ("Ski Nantucket"??) took Uncle Theodore and Aunt Eleanor to Oktoberfest. I think Aunt Eleanor had too much to drink.
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Aunt Eleanor and Uncle Theodore made a great couple
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OK - There's a good reason Aunt Eleanor had too much to drink. A dachsund sitting next to her decided she looked tasty. The nice German couple that came with the dog rescued her.
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email to Mom
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Since one of my jobs is searching for Uncle Theodore, I spent time in Germany. Mom says the best spot to look for him is wherever I can get a big cold beer. I always listen to my Mom.
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So many beers, so little time...
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