Saturday, October 11, 2003

Swedes puzzled by butter-filled shoes

So there I sat, reading the local paper in a local restaurant where my wife had dragged me for breakfast with her friend Kelly prior to their going off to visit a new medical facility. Dragged me from the warmth of my bed after only two hours of sleep. So there I sat. Dazed. Confused. Blearily scanning the paper and this article written by a Reuters reporter in Sweden catches my eye.