There are certain weekends in small towns where it feels like the whole world gathers in one place. For Odessa, that weekend is Deutschesfest. And let me tell you, I came away with a full heart, a full stomach, and absolutely no voice.
The first thing that struck me wasn't the food (though trust me, we'll get to that). It was the sheer joy of it all-the laughter spilling across Main Street, the families bundled together on hay bales, the sound of polka drifting out of the biergarten like a cheerful soundtrack you didn't know you needed. And of course, the races. I had heard people talk about t...
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