On campus today reviewing my Basel German.
Ya never know when it might come in handy. How odd, I thought to myself when I arrived in Basel in 1980, that Basel had its own dialect, as did Bern and Zurich. You would think the closer you lived together, the more you had in common. The opposite seems to be true in Europe. The closer you live together, the bigger the linguistic and cultural walls. At any rate, I admit I am a Basel German lover. I even tried to preach in it the last time I gave a sermon at our little Baptist church in the city. Probably should have stuck to High German.
Off for my massage!