My “Salzburg Journal” wraps up on the homepage today. Would like to publish a little mail.

For some reason, there are several items about food in the last installment. (There are also items concerning music and politics, I hasten to say!) One goes like this: “Some English translations don’t look quite right on a menu. Give you an example: ‘Fresh pasta with ragu of pasture pig.’ (It was delicious.)”

A reader suggests, “They should say something like ‘free-range pork.’ That should appeal to diners.”

Another reader sends a hilarious photo of a menu from Romania. The restaurant is apparently a fish place. You can get “Boiled crap whit garnish.” (“The crap is cut in horseshoe form.”) “Crap pane whit garnish.” And “Fried crap whit garnish.”

Make mine fried, for sure! (I believe these are all carp dishes, but I’m not sure.)

In my journal, I write,

Salzburg has an Anton Bruckner Street. (He is an immortal composer, and he was Austrian.) I wonder: Does America have any George Gershwin streets? Or Samuel Barber streets? I kind of wish we did. I wish we wanted to.

Readers tell me that there are Gershwin streets — or drives or roads — in Orlando, Fla.; Green Bay, Wis.; and Westerly, R.I. Very glad to know!

Finally, another item from my journal:

Near the city center, a man has stalled out. His car is old and kind of beaten up. He hops out of the car and looks under the hood. And I mean hops. He has one leg — no prosthesis. He has a crutch. He’s strong, by the look of it. And he’s no-nonsense.
He gets back into the car, but can’t get it started. He hops out again, to search for something in the back seat. This is in the middle of an intersection.
After a minute, he and I push the car, away from the intersection, and into a more reasonable place. He wants to do most of the pushing himself, while steering at the same time. And he could surely do this by himself, without me.
The things people go through. The things people prove. Ginger Rogers said she did everything Fred did, only backward. This guy works with one leg.
The bravery and toughness of people.

A reader sends me two corrections, or a correction and an amendment, or augmentation: It was someone else, not Ginger herself, who made that remark about her. (It’s not really clear who it was, I understand.) And the full remark is, “. . . only backward and in high heels.”

Thanks to all readers and e-mailers, and see you soon.