As I start walking south down sauerkraut enriched Main Street, I get the overwhelming feeling of claustrophobia. This particular weekend is the weekend for the Sauerkraut Festival. The street, being very crowded, has white tents set up on each side of the road with crafts to be sold. Immediately I see wicker baskets and photos that craftsmen are hoping to sell at the festival. As I continue to walk down the crowded street I catch the aroma of cinnamon. The high school wrestling team, which sells one of the non-sauerkraut products, cinnamon roasted almonds, is filling the air with a great scent, and drawing people to the seller’s booth with the scent. Across the street from them, the booth filled with crafts to commemorate firefighters is enjoying the crowd that the wrestling booth is drawing. With all of this attention to the almonds, the firefighter booth is catching some eyes and selling more than the booth would without the wrestler’s booth.
As I continue to traverse down the congested street I see many more craft booths. Some of the booths are filled with hats, shirts, and an assortment of jewelry. Scents fill the air as well. The overwhelming scent of sauerkraut is very heavily in the air now. Sauerkraut hot dogs and bratwurst, as well as "kraut-burgers," which are hamburgers with sauerkraut on them, are being sold to help thicken the aroma.
As I draw closer to the heart of the festival I hear music playing in the distance. I become curious and begin to try and walk a little faster. I come to the corner, sit on the stairs leading from the local bank, and listen to the band playing on the stage set up in the bank parking lot. It is an all male band with female line dancers dancing in front of the stage. The band is wearing tight blue jeans, white shirts, black western hats, and brown western boots. The dancers are all wearing tight blue jeans, red shirts, and white western hats. The band is playing one of their original country songs and the dancers are quite good at the dance they are doing. I watch and listen to this song in its entirety, and after that the band takes a break. As I continue my journey to the end of the festival I see many more craft booths and some more food booths as well. The food booth that really catches my eye is that of a local church. The product that the booth is selling, a bowl of pork, mashed potatoes, and sauerkraut, is spewing its fumes into the crowd. It looks delicious and I stop to get myself a bowl. It is apparent that I was not the only person who thought it looked good because I waited in line for a bowl for about 10 minutes. This is one thing I do not like about the festival. To do anything, I must wait in line. There are lines for the bathroom, and even to cross the street when leaving the festival.
I walk around this booth and up onto the sidewalk to eat my food, and I notice that...