Oftentimes it is the simple questions which WOEFULTOURIST finds so captivating.
Or frustrating, depending on the celestial influences of the day.
Why is water wet?
Why is the sky up?
Why is bacon so darned good?
Aside from the simple answer of, “because”, there do not seem to be any simple answers to explain the simple questions of life.
Take for example the simple question of, “How much is too much?”
Or if you prefer, the opposite simple question (not the opposite of simple, rather the whole “much” deal).
Specifically, “How little is too little.”
Avoiding for as long as the hills are alive with the sound of leiderhosen, the somewhat related, though much more complicated deal of, “How do you figure out the perfect amount of something – where it’s not too much, and not too little?”
After all, how do you figure out where to draw the line?
Is it here?
And what about trying to determine when it’s appropriate to cross that same line.
Is it trial and error?
Is it trial by jury?
Is it Ben and Jerry?
Again, no simple answer.
At this junction WOEFULTOURIST should interject and he will.
This is not to imply that there are no simple answers.
Yes comes to mind.
Sometimes why, is another.
Rather it simply seems that simple answers do not often appear to help solve simple questions.
Often simply asked, rarely simply resolved.
Take trams for example.
Rather, take trams in Amsterdam.
After all, they are convenient, readily available and are much more comfortable than clogging your way around the fine city of Amsterdam in wooden slippers.
Yet, if simply hopping on and off the modern trams is insufficient to satisfy your tram-addiction, Amsterdam offers an easy way to scratch that itch.
Namely the “Tram Museum”.
And just for convenience you can take the modern tram to the Tram Museum.
There, you can walk around and touch old trams and make believe that you are the engineer and hoot the horn to warn the Indians on the plains that the buffalo are stampeding right for the outlaws trying to steal the mail off the last tram car.
Plus, if you have the foresight to be there on a Sunday, you can actually take a ride on an old tram.
Joy of joys.
Happy of happys.
And what better way to end such a glorious tram holiday than by leaving the Tram Museum behind and taking a modern tram back to whence you came.
Simple pleasures for simple minds.