Munich Blues

Jonka and I drove yesterday to a rural town which was advertising its first Oktoberfest. We weren't expecting it to be on a giant scale, but we surely were expecting it to have a German flavor. Nope, not a bit of Germanica, no polka bands (only ear-splitting hard-rock ones), no Bavarian costumes, no cardboard Alpine mountains, no beer mugs, no beer itself, no sausage with sauerkraut. Unbelievable. We stayed only a half-hour, then returned home. On the way, I bought two six-packs of European beer, and at home I drank myself into a stupor. I awoke three hours later wearing nothing but lederhosen.

-Old Doc