Happy New Year Peeps of the Earth! Ready to share a bit of fun immersed in reality.
After 5 consecutive hours working on a fiction project I decided to do some music time.
For what it’s worth I tend to watch my favorite music on YouTube because due to the compression rate iTunes just doesn’t cut it. Hoping they get their act together soon.
I was “listening to” Who Wants to Live Forever from Highlander.
Queen.
New Boss Same as the Old Boss
In 1992 I went to a Detroit Area Harmony House to get the soundtrack for the movie. I learned two very important details for my music lover life:
- There is the orchestral soundtrack and there’s the QUEEN Soundtrack
- Tariffs and other BS meant all Brit musicians (Queen, David Bowie, Rolling Stones) were no longer allowed to sell in the US
As I learned from a Harmony House manager who took pity on me and pulled a cassette from the back room – they’d been instructed to put all material from British musicians in some closet or other and were forbidden to sell to customers.
He puled a cassette of Queen’s It’s a Kind of Magic – likely because he saw I was on the verge of tears – and sold it to me.
What’s that saying about business? It’s about the people?
In watching the video something caught my eye.
To Give Context
I grew up a 30-minute drive from Canada. I grew up listening to French Canadian radio, watching French Canadian TV. When it came time to choose a language to study in high school – French made more sense for me than Spanish.
The Easy Way isn’t ALWAYS the Easy Way
Most of my classmates took Spanish. When I asked them why – given we lived closer to French Canada than Mexico they told me- consistently – “Because it’s easy.”
Thanks to a benefactor I had the good fortune to do a working trip to Europe with a group of some 63 souls all of whom – with the exception of me – took Spanish in high school.
I also took Latin – won Magna Cum Laude in the National exam.
As It Happened
We were in Paris and something about the food tasted off to me.
I’d had a recent run-in with food poisoning thanks to a trip with my divorced dad to Tijuana Mexico.
Facing ridicule I nonetheless went to a Burger King for dinner.
Long story short I translated for the Parisian doctor called in to treat over 50 people for severe food poisoning.
One of whom had to be flown to New York to be admitted to a hospital.
Ginsu Knife
But wait! There’s More!
When we were in the French Swiss Alps? Everyone starving? None of the people making sandwiches spoke English and I was the only one who spoke French.
Bad as my American accent was.
“What is JAM bon?”
“JambOn ? Ham.”
I translated for over 50 people so they could get lunch.
Translation
As it happens I was fortunate to have a French II teacher who was born and raised in Paris. One of the skills she tried to translate was the role of the roll – pun intended – of the tongue in producing the R sound in French.
I got it though I’m more “hear it – translate it” type of language student.
Back to Front.
Pun intended.
I am a passionate Highlander fan. So much so I read about Christopher Lambert – a Frenchman – having to learn to speak English for the role. Just now? Watching this video? When he calls out “Heather!” ???
You can see the back of his tongue hitting the roof of his mouth for the R sound – normal to his native language – even as he’s calling out in English.
Classic.
Like him and the movie.
I hope 2026 brings joy laughter love and much more to my readers.
Elizabeth

















