Dr. Dog at Americaplatz

Last night I made my annual journey to Musikfest. I’ve been making the trip since I was rolling around in a stroller. Only difference now is I can finally weave through the beer tent and fill up my mug.

After dinner at Sal’s on New Street in South Side Bethlehem, I crossed the Fahy to the North Side–Fest territory. Mike and I stopped at the Aw-Shucks corn tent for an ear, filled up my mug, and walked to Americaplatz for the Dr. Dog show.

Mike and my mug!

Every year I always seem to think the teens get worse. I much prefer going during the day anymore. From boys wearing “Man Whore” tees to girls in stilettos and mini skirts (why would you ever?!) and the instigators starting fights, it just doesn’t seem fun anymore. I try not to let it bother me. I’m there to have a good time and to enjoy the free music.

On the way back down from Americaplatz to Main Street, I passed an elderly woman who was sitting chatting to two others on the porch of a beautiful Colonial. We smiled at one another and I wondered how many generations have passed through the home and what she thought of the Musikfest crowd.

To end the night, a remarkably intelligent girl, probably 17, spoke loudly into her cell and said, “I’m down in the area by all the food stands.” Yeah, I’m so sure the person on the other line knew exactly where she was. I left with a laugh, crossed the Fahy to my car, and felt satisfied that I had gone to check out the scene.