Manolo says, daily readings from Don’t Hassel the Hoff. Today, page 140.

I had been home in Sherman Oaks for a few days when there was a knock on the door and a man introduced himself as the new neighbor who had just moved into the house next door.

‘I understand you’re famous in Germany,’ he said.

‘Well, yes — how did you know?’

‘There are Germans in my trees.’

‘We walked up the driveway and there were shouts from the trees on his side of the fence.

‘Hello, David!’

‘Hi David, this is Fritz!’

The neighbor was right; there were Germans in his trees. I invited them to come down on to my side of the fence to meet me. It was quite common for fans from Germany or Austria to trek all the way out to Sherman Oaks to pay me a visit and talk about my popularity in their country.

The Word of the Hoff!