OK, this one is a little weird on the goodbye, because he's living in our house. But just go with it...Although he was a bit of a project on the clothing thing, and he never did understand the purpose of product and using it everyday - we did get him past sweatshirts and not dusting. So even though he will most likely revert to his barbaric ways without constant feedback, he at least showed that he was trainable. We leave it up to his future wife to make it permanent.
With everyone there were so many memories, but the ones that come to mind at this particular moment include: not respecting traffic signs, the marathon training, the fence that fought back, the trips to Egypt and Turkey and Paris and Luxembourg and (you get the idea), Hugo Boss logistic fiascos, morning coffee, the bellybutton thing (thanks Mrs. Moeddel), and 2% girl (hey, we spent a lot of time together). OK, the last one wasn't really a Strasbourg memory, but it just sums up his personality, so I threw that in. You'll have to email him for the complete story.
Although plans are not final at this point, I'm sure Joe will do great in any endeavor - well, except fashion consultant or strategic planner - but other than that, he's good to go. And yes future friends of Joe, he's not a great conversationalist, so be armed with one of those "Book of 50 Questions" just to break through the first glacier - unless you share a common interest in that Tiger football team and start with a lot in common.
