This was snapped sometime in ’01 or ’02…somewhere in there. I’ve been to Prague seven or eight times. My first visit was a honeymoon thing with my ex-wife Maggie in October ’87. (Prague was a total Commie town back then, celebrating the 70th anniversary of the ’17 Russian revolution, scent of soft coal everywhere.) My second visit was in ’92 — managed to shake Vaclav Havel‘s hand at a bookstore. This visit, I think, was my third.