Cue for the Visions: Oktoberfest Bicentenario

   The blaring horns are having a go. Bright bunting sways in the honeysuckle breeze. The beer is flowing as adults chatter and furley youth cavort on the green at the Altsteinhaus.
  The Maslansky brothers sidle and pitch as Malinconico and Scarlatti romple and dart, to and fro. The Sisters Horatius titter at the sight whilst Wrong-Lane Wayne slaloms around tykes underfoot. Underneath the picnic tables all the toes are tapping.
  It was the best of times; it was the wurst of times.