Flug Tag

Viona wished to go to the Red Bull sponsored Flying Machine Contest known as Flug Tag and who were we to say no.  We decided to take the train down into Camden 20 or so miles from Gilmyer .... and that turned out to be regrettable -- not going to Camden but actually taking the train.  All six of us packed into increasingly crowded cars -- no one expected the event to draw over 100,000 people.  Jo Jo liked it as it was his first chance to ride mass transportation and he really seemed to like some woman on the train since every time she looked away he began to grunt that baby grunt that means disapproval -- yeah that one.  We got there, to one train stop earlier than expected but we were told the train was not going further down the line -- something we should have stowed away in our memory.  So the walk was a little far .... so there were too many people to get close ... so none of the flying machines (gliders) could fly ... what was really problematic is that there was no refreshment readily available and the lines for places where there was refreshment, well removed from the event viewing space, was nearly 200 people long, not an exaggeration.  So we saw about 20 some of the 34 "diving" machines which fell like rocks off the end of a tanker into the Delaware River, and then it was apparent that the 2 year old was ready to farfagneugen all the way home.  So off we went through Camden looking for the nearest "Riverline" train stop.  Coolest thing maybe was to see drunk dude approach some other drunk dudes and ask them if they wanted to score some crack.  The problem with crack is that it evidently makes you stupid since there was a cop about 15 feet away from the exchange who promptly went over to the crack selling dude and said something that started with "Listen Assh*le ...." but by then the realism of Camden was wearing thin so we kept walking.  We got to the train stop along with about 150 other people and waited .... and waited.  It did not appear that any train was going to be coming along even though a cop at the stop did say one would .... but finally we were encouraged by the same cop to keep walking down the line and get to the next stop .... yes the same one where we disembarked and just a short hour and a half later we were on a train back home.  Flug Tag .... and if I didn't know German I would swear that meant .....