In Heaven There Is No Beer

You guys, this is my Great Uncle George's Ballroom! He also used to raise prize roosters - home town hero etc. etc. - only then someone discovered that the roosters' curly tails (curly tails win prizes) were actually MANUFACTURED with a CURLING IRON. Minor scandal, but he had "The Show Must Go On" etched into his gravestone, so that's that.

This explains a lot about me, doesn't it?

In other news: here's a great short history about my Great Uncle George's Ballroom and German immigrant music:




(ps. Yes, you read that right. The name of that band is: 6 Fat Dutch Men. These people are related to me.)