Open Road Media Mystery & Thriller

heard it said that the past always catches up with us.

Early in March 1934, John Dillinger, the most notorious criminal in American history, made a spectacular escape from Lake County Jail, Crown Point, Indiana.

ing the titles. He takes the vodka casually from Tollinger’s out

It had a bad Murillo, a bad Steen, a bad Tintoretto, and a bad Fragonard, and how many museums can you say that about? There was even a bad Velázquez, and that might just be unique.

They are there to catch the eyes of train passengers coming into Paris. Thus, when you approach from Paris, they're backward: OVLOV, ATIM, ATLONIM. You begin to wonder whether you're in the outskirts of Paris or Smolensk.

Everybody should have a Freudian psychotherapist for a friend. One’s life is simplified tremendously.

And being crippled over here wasn’t the same thing as it was in the States. You don’t see many people using aluminum walkers in the streets of Europe’s old cities, or blind people, or extremely elderly people. It’s just too hard to get around.

The potatoes were crisp, the gemischter Salat aggressively Teutonic—not thrown together willy-nilly, French-style, but with the marinated vegetables set in orderly ranks, each in its place.

(I’m still waiting for someone to explain neoplastic constructivism to me, for example, and I’ve lectured on the damn thing!

In Germany it is hard to be hungry for long without realizing it. The Germans are surely the munchingest people in the world.