Munich, Germany —In 1969, I was a young Army medical corpsman assigned in Aschaffenburg, near Frankfurt.  I was in an American Express office and saw a simple poster, it read, “Tanz Zug Nach Munchen fur HAAR.”    I had been rapidly learning German and knew the translation.  It was an ad for the dance train trip to see the German version of the new hit musical Hair in Munich.   The cost, I seem to recall was only 90 DM per person or about $23.00. I took my wonderful girlfriend of the moment, Gertraud who was a hot little blond from a town called  Bad Neustadt   and we partied all the way from Frankfurt to Munich.  We arrived for the evening performance and it was terrific.  Just as in the Broadway play they had a few Black actors.  I was unfamiliar with any of the cast members but enjoyed a world-class performance. One young actress, singer and dancer really surprised me.  She spoke and sang in German.  Her voic...