JimmiGerman

...hmm   That's understandable; you*ve pay all the food for your horsen.

I'd be happy to give you some warning points if you are really wanting them.  And if you get 3 within a year's period you win an automatic ban from the site.

@ EOWYN, Et Alii:
 
"I trip all the time, and don't especially enjoy it."
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Obviously, you're much too young to know about this, but back in the 'Sixties and/or 'Seventies, if you said you were "tripping", "on a trip", or "taking a trip", folks (including law enforcement!) would suspect you'd be referring to a drug induced hallucination or euphoria.
 
In fact, when discussing The Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter-day Saints, bystanders would frequently get confused by the term, "LDS", thinking it meant the hallucinogenic drug, "LSD".

I plan to assuage my HUNGARY with TURKEY dripping with GREECE served on plastic plates, as there is no CHINA in the Mess Hall at the Armed Forces Retirement Home.

Brethren and Sistren:
 
Why is turkey the traditional Thanksgiving Day dinner?
 
Wouldn't venison be more historically accurate?
 
Also, why don't white American families invite Lamanites to share their meal?
 
After all, were it not for the assistance of the Lamanites, the Pilgrims would have starved to death, and there would be no United States of America today, nor would The Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter-day Saints have been established.
 
Thank you.

Brethren and Sistren:
 
Oh, how FORTUNATE we are that a major Winter storm is arriving just in time for Thanksgiving Day!
 
After all, without snow, how will the horse know the way to carry the sleigh over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's house?
 
Thank you.

Brethren and Sistren:
 
My most memorable Thanksgiving Day was in 1971.
 
I was a soldier with the 101st Airborne Division in the old Republic of Viet Nam, and went on a week long Rest and Recuperation leave (i.e., "R&R") to Sydney, Australia.
 
On the chartered Pan American Airlines flight from Da Nang, I mentioned to the soldier sitting next to me that I was looking forward to celebrating Thanksgiving Day.
 
He reminded me that Thanksgiving Day is uniquely an AMERICAN holiday, not observed in Australia, nor in almost any other nation on this globe.
 
In Sydney, I contacted representatives of The Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter-day Saints, telling them that our Church leaders in Viet Nam had advised that, rather than going to a hotel.
 
Thus, I became the house guest of the stake patriarch and his wife, immigrants from England, who lived across the bay in the suburb of Manly, and whose only son was away serving on a submarine in the Royal Australian Navy.
 
They arranged for me, along with two American full time missionaries, to enjoy our Thanksgiving feast at the home of an American Latter-day Saint employed in Sydney, who had a very attractive daughter.
 
Because of that experience, I now wear my military decorations when invited to someone's home for Thanksgiving dinner, as I deem it a patriotic occasion.
 
Thank you.

Hummel, Hummel!  Hold your fire... I am studying German from an elderly lady who grew up in Hamburg.  She is the most wonderful person I have ever met.  When I speak German in Germany, they know immediately that I'm an American, but they are highly puzzled by my Hamburg pronunciation.
 
But I have hijacked Vaticanus's thread.  Entschuldigung...  

Will the paper prominently feature our impressive beards, our black broad-brimmed hats, and at least a few of our numerous wives?

Vaticanus? So you mean "nomen est omen"...? I'm certainly not a seer and I'm not an oracle, but let me tell you it's bad luck that you've grown up in Berlin instead of Hamburg, and it's  great luck on the other hand that you didn't have to live in the cotton fields of South Carolina.
 

Okay... the undertaking seems able to be financed and cheap enough in order not to bankrupt, but don't use flowerpots made of real Italian marble... or old Chinese vases from Ming Dynastie.

How could it ever rise beyond the level of a hand warmer? The thermal energy of the candles or tealights can't be multiplied by the flowerpots - that's a hippie dream - even if one believed in the mystery of flower power.
 
Just for warming your soul, and not your rooms. And you've really checked it and did compare the temperature of the room it was in vs other rooms...? Then we might even have an experimental proof!
  
hi!

And not to forget to enclose the check for the piano and guitar lessons, because that might multiply the niceness of the card even astronomically.   

... But what if the neighbour is one of those persons who would "forget" to give the dish back and  who would rather like to keep it as a feeding bowl for his dog? But either way, the dish-problem would be solved.

Phyllis Diller once wrote a riotously funny book called Phyllis Diller's Housekeeping Hints.  She had many zany tips, but my favorite was one for cleaning a horribly stained casserole dish.
 
You simply bake something in the stained dish and give it to a neighbor, who will do anything to get the dish clean before returning it to you, even using acid and a blow torch if necessary.  

Sorry -ahem- you certainly mean welcome to the site. 
 
Remember the golden rule of all mountaineers:
 
Don't take the second step before you take the first one, because down it goes fast and that wouldn't be fun!

That's exactly what I've already thought about, and I'm still working on some improvements, i.e.  what shall I do with the box when it's full?    ookay - I could marry (hypothetically) and let my (hypothetical) wife do whatever and who knows has to be done with dirty dishes... hmmm...

I've sawed a hole in the dining table and put a fan under it, so that the laptop can be cooled from below through the tabletop. I'm thinking about making the same with the sitting room table.

Who knows if it works from an internet cafe in the Appalachians at all...? 

I'm a city person, too.  IMHO, SLC is a typical American city, although the streets are very wide and parking isn't the nightmare that it is in Manhattan or San Francisco.  I visited SLC for the first time in my life last year as a middle-aged man.  Temple Square is definitely worth seeing, but you can easily see the whole thing in one day.  If you can choose the time of year to go, I would avoid winter.  The air pollution, sadly, is much worse than I imagined, and the air seemed bitterly cold.  But if you must go in winter, the Christmas lights in December in Temple Square are quite nice.
 
I know nothing about SLC nightlife or things that might appeal to a college student, sorry.  If you appreciate architecture, the LDS Conference Center is fascinating, and hear the SLC public library is also a marvel.  SLC was in the upper third of my list of desired U.S. travel destinations, right between Monterey, CA and Honolulu.  
 
On the surface, SLC is a bit less Mormon than I expected, but I didn't interview for a job or have to live with LDS neighbors, so I'm not getting the big picture.  Outside of Temple Square, the only evidence of the LDS Church that I saw was on two billboards: a tourism billboard for Temple Square, and a billboard for some inexpensive local attorney that said, "Because your home teacher isn't a lawyer."  (That last one puzzled me for a few moments.)
 
Happy travels.

Many sinners don't see what their sin is. And it's been said in this forum what the counterfeit of real love is: it's lust. And what we can see here is the deception consisting in the fact that one mistakes (same gender) sexual desires for love.
 
 
I wouldn't argue so many different religions' standpoints, because there are not so many really important. And concerning your personal doctrine and own beliefs: I wouldn't be sure the bridge you're talking about is of great architecture. 

he's avoiding political correctness?

I'm not quite sure what exactly you are eating, but I hope it tastes and  doesn't have too much to do with a bowling ball filled with bacon.
 
Bad gift:   intolerable headaches
 
Good gift: pharmaceuticals like painkilling tablets

One of the last good ones I watched was Black Robe.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Robe_%28film%29
 
Dances with Wolves was good as well, and I liked the authentic Lakota that was spoken in some parts of the movie.
 
Both movies I watched synchronized on German TV (but with the original Indian languages in both movies), and Black Robe I watched on You Tube also in English. Here one of my favourite scenes:
 

 
"I have still other greater things that I can teach you."
 
 
 
And "Red Sun" with Charles Bronson, Alain Delon, and Toshiro Mifune. The German film title was  "Rivalen unter roter Sonne".  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Sun
 

 
"I tell you what, we'll call it a draw."