How many of you knew that Mendelssohn was a ski instructor in Wengen? Not many, I'll bet. History has been kind to the compositions he rattled off on pub pianos to impress the local Swiss Misses, and as a consequence his accomplishments on the slopes have been all but purged from the memory of human accomplishment. Fortunately, Wengen is eager to right the wrongs done to Flying Felix, as he was known, and has made the admirable gesture of establishing a memorial, or to use the mellifluous German term, the Gedenkstätte Felix Mendelssohn, in the outskirts of town. I tried to pay it a visit last weekend, but got snowed out. It's avalanche season, and even though I have terrific admiration for Mendelssohn, I didn't feel like making it a joint memorial. It'll have to wait 'til summer.