No, I'm not Deutsch.

Maybe I look more German than American. When I was walking this morning, a truck driver pulled over. Asked me for directions. When I told him I didn't speak Italian, he asked if I was Deutch. Yes, German. No, I explained, I'm an American. Anyway, he thanked me. For nothing. I was of no help. I like it that I'm often stopped by people who seem lost. Or need to find a way to some place. Makes me think that I'm mistaken for a native Sardinian. Or at least, someone who knows the way. --Jim Broede