The Hauptbahnhof (central train station) of Munich is an interesting place to be late at night during Oktoberfest. Like when you see a man crawling across the platform, too drunk to walk, but determined to make it.
But I prefer to remember the American with the Uke.
He was playing a song I’m going to call “Lucky Lips,” because that was the refrain. He was in the middle of a knot of young German women all in dirndl, he in lederhosen, everyone happy to be alive and young and among good people, and as they all piled into the last subway car I thought they were lucky indeed.
