No Wodges Tonight


Pff…” Dave read from a sign after we had stop-started our way out of the city for some time. “Pff… what?”


“Weird name.”

“It’s German, I think.” I looked at the few buildings visible from the frontage road. They didn’t look very German. “Except for the ‘ville’ bit. I’m pretty sure it means ‘town of the plowman.’”

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