Advice from a small town girl

I was pretty sure that I’d be writing about Deutschesfest this week. You know, about how it couldn’t happen without me.

But aside from not being over-committed for a change and gaining 8 pounds in four days, I have nothing to say.

It’s done. The party’s over. I leave it to wiser heads than mine to debate the outcome.

No, I’m going to talk about something else this week.

Because while I was downtown in my dirndl, my dogs vanished.

I saw them early Sunday morning when I let them out. I went off to serve breakfast at the school. They were nowhere to be seen at eleven-thirty when we were picking b...