What's your favorite fiesta?  There's a lot of competition and
it's a hard call.  Over a long and festive lifetime, I've
enjoyed St. Lawrence Seaway festivals in Michigan and Rose
Festivals in Portland, Ore., along with decades of salutes to
assorted produce, princesses, queens and even fish, from the
Midwest to the Pacific Northwest.  I've hoisted steins and
danced polkas at Oktoberfests (the real thing, in Germany, and
imitations throughout the world).  I've been front and center
(and sometimes even on the planning committee) for sophisticated
soirees in Palm Beach and South Florida and attended polished
urban celebrations in New York. I was even in residence nearby
when the iconic original Woodstock changed the world, or at
least the way we think of rock festivals. I had a newborn baby
at the time, and after seeing the movies of infants in the mud,
I'm still not sorry we skipped it. But to this day, my son still
expresses regrets that we missed a chance to be part of rock
history. Even if he wouldn't have