_ Each season requires work. Fall produces a bunch of stuff, which must be disposed of. In this town, the municipal government picks of garden waste once in November. Of course, being Germany, there are regulations. Each household is permitted to have five sacks and two cubic meters of garden material.
We have a lot of trees, which means a lot of leaves. Each November brings frustration of having to deal with more leaves than one is permitted to dispose of. Our trees provide oxygen for our neighbors with less trees and homes for many birds, but that does not count. I am permitted to put sacks in my car, drive to the town waste disposal area, and pay for the privilege of disposing of my garden waste, but never do. I wait until Spring and put the left-over sacks on the street for the seasonal pick up.
See how tough life can be...
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.