In 1998, When JJ and I left Brussels, I was so fed up with how it had been for us there all of those years that I spit on the ground when we reached the French border (on the Belgian side) and vowed never to return. And then, a scant 5 years later, finding myself in Cologne working with Albrecht Hirche, I thought "Why not just hop over to Mortville and see my old friends?" And that is what I did. To my surprise, Brussels, or maybe I had changed for the better. The town had livelied up itself to quote my least favorite singer, Jacob  Marley. Here are a few fairly lo-rez photos of my return.