he complained about the apple which he had bought with the result that he missed his flight home to stockholm > overnighted at an airport hotel where he got help booking a new flight via frankfurt > a storm concentrated in frankfurt marooned my father again > pissed off he went into the town > got drunk at the nearest bierstube > got into an intense argument about the origin of the letter c in latin of all things > woke up at frankfurt hauptbahnhof > took the train home to sweden > few weeks later , he sat in his office ( he was a graduate student then ) and wondered what type of beer he had drunk in frankfurt > when he didnt remember , he went to the pub tudor arms on stermalm ( which had many beers ) > after having plowed through the range , he found nothing > when he was about to go there was a football match in the europe championship on between west germany and spain , and he stayed because he wanted to see the germans lose > to the game a party of four arrived who sat next to my father .