The Boys

Last week, Brigitte and I, uhh . . . had a DISAGREEMENT. She pointed to my "Action Horde" (as it has grown to be) and said I had Nazi leanings. I was obsessed with Nazis and this was the result. Well, I did what any mature person would do and swept them ALL off the shelf.

Thank god, there are solutions to every problem and tonight we took the time to put the boys back together after lying on the floor for almost a week. She bought special stands for them so that they don't fall over so often.

I'm sorry this picture is so awful but really, they're getting to be quite an army. Too big to be all in one photo.

But be afraid, my flock, be very afraid. Umbrella-man watches over us with his semi-dictatorial gaze and is now undisputed leader of the horde. But he's really a nice guy, aside from the Walther PPK in his overcoat.

I talk to the boys, from time to time. "How ya doin' Fritz, how's the wife been treatin ya?" "Ahoy there, matey, what's up for grub on this fine Aussie day, then?" "Well, Tanaka, so how really WAS Hiroshima and Nagasaki? Mighty bunch of fun, eh? Got any kamikazes to spare then, do ya?"

Anyway. Gaze in awe, because the boys are back in town.