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Unformatted text preview: ke Thommy’s that sell imported cowboy boots, cowboy posters, fancy belt buckles, work shirts with snaps, and
Wrangler jeans. While teenagers in Colorado Springs today could not care less about cowboys, kids in Plauen are sporting bolo ties and
Every Wednesday night, a few hundred people gather at The Ranch for line dancing. Members of Plauen’s American Car Club pull up in
their big Ford and Chevy trucks. Others come from miles away, dressed in their western best, ready to dance. Most of them are working class,
and many are unemployed. Their ages range from seven years old to seventy. If somebody doesn’t know how to line-dance, a young woman
named Petra gives lessons. People wear their souvenir T-shirts from Utah. They smoke Marlboros and drink beer. They listen to Willie
Nelson, Garth Brooks, Johnny Cash — and they dance, kicking up their boots, twirling their partners, waving their cowboy hats in the air.
And for a few hours the spirit of the American West fills this funky bar deep in the heart of Saxony, in a town that has seen too much history,
and the old dream lives on, the drea...
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- Spring '08