




My brother Bill had the chance to come to Enschede for a visit last weekend as he extended a business trip he had near Stuttgart. We are always amazed by the presence and convenience of an automobile these days but the satellite navigation system in Bill's BMW rental really impressed, even though it first brought him flawlessly to our old address. I'm used to winging it around the winding streets of small local towns and getting inevitably lost, but the cool, collected, feminine British GPS voice led us accurately through cobblestone lanes and I had to be satisfied with my adjustable heated seat. We took a few walks around town and did some errands in the car (James had a ball test driving the UFO play saucer) and most of the weekend focused around little James Dalton of course, as well as some pretty competitive
sjoele tournaments. There are few sports my brother does not excel at almost immediately, but I thought I would have the edge with
sjoelen. Not so. For the record, we each won a ten round game as Katharine graciously bowed out of the second tournament with her unusually high individual score. We kept it pretty clean but there was still plenty of room for trash talk and sarcastic encouragement.