Once upon a time, an athletic Swiss mister fled the Nazis by climbing over some mountains and eventually landed in Issaquah, where he went into the chocolate-making business. When he was in his eighties, he oversaw the building of a replica of a 12th century Swiss chapel with a mural of a mountain climber being borne into heaven. People mostly get married there, so they might charge a lot, but I'll bet that would be a great place for some late medieval tunes. I wonder if the smell of chocolate ever wafts through....
In other news, I had all kinds of new temps stacked three deep in the testing chamber tis morning. Two computers! Three temps! Four chairs, all calibrated for maximum squeakage! Oh, so much squeakage.
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