Let’s throw it way back…to 1972. I’m tooting away on my sousaphone in our high school German oompah band. Cobbling together my Norwegian sweater (complete with pewter buckles), a good German felt hat jangling with souvenir pins, and bell bottoms rather than lederhosen, I’m right on the beat. The conductor was my German language teacher, Harry Reinhart. When I quit German after less than a year in class, Mr. Reinhart took me out into the hall and declared, “Steves, you’ll regret this.” I didn’t dream how right he’d prove to be. But we all march on.