Labor Day is Oktoberfest weekend at the Cuyahoga County Fairgrounds. I quit trying to reconcile September and Oktoberfest a while back. The weather was great and so was the fest. The annual Weiner Dog Races pitted dachshunds from around the world (well at least Ohio) in tests of speed, obedience, and fashion. There were zillions of the little nippers.
Three generations ago Pat's and my great, greats came from Germany. Our only ties to our ancestral homeland are German potato salad, beer, occasional forays to German restaurants and Oktoberfest. Oh, did I mention beer? Beer and wine. Oktoberfest is the time when I bond with my Germanness. Everywhere we walked there were guys walking around with green shorts and hats. No matter where you were, you could hear a polka band.
There was a sand sculptor making a giant sand sculpture of Odin, Thor and those guys. You can tell my knowledge of Norse gods is pretty sketchy. It was the coolest thing watching this guy sculp freehand. Just up the midway were artists working with chalk, also very cool.
The Cleveland Pops Orchestra had a Beethoven and Wagner concert to cap the evening off. They finished with Sousa. There must be a Sousa German connection somewhere. Maybe the Kaiser made him an honorary German, or maybe Sousa just liked Kaiser rolls. I know I do.