Munich, Oktoberfest
I attended Oktoberfest in 1989 when I was living in West Germany. I mentioned it at work once, talking about the big tents, the music, the crowds, and how much fun it was. My friend and colleague, Kelly, said she’d love to go sometime and would I want to go back? I said, well, when my daughter goes off to college I could go. I’d rather leave an 8-year-old home alone than an 18-year-old. I wouldn’t, of course, but my 8-year-old…