It's German Fest time, that time of year when citizens of Fort Wayne and surrounding areas celebrate their German heritage by wearing lederhosen or a dirndl dress, dancing the Polka, eating sauerkraut and sausages and drinking good dark German beer. Personally, I tend to do my celebrating in the food and beer tent. I do actually have quite a bit of German heritage which is no surprise since my father was born and grew up in the nearby town of Woodburn where his grandparents settled when they immigrated from Germany. The earliest settlers to Fort Wayne were, I've been told, German Catholics and German Lutherans and the number of Catholic and Lutheran churches in the area seem to bear that out. As I write this, I am listening to German music wafting from the pavilion over the river. I'm not quite sure what "Ring of Fire" and "My West Virginia Home" have to do with German Fest but they are two of the selections I've heard this afternoon. But my very favorite part of German Fest (yes, even more than my annual dark beer) is the wiener dog races. Having owned two dachshunds who did like to run, I love to watch these stubby legged athletes compete. Something about the ears flapping and the feet flying tickles my soul. In case you're interested, these races are tomorrow, Saturday, afternoon in Headwaters Park West. See you there.
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