Oct 08 2005

One Saturday afternoon I rolled out of bed rather hungry. I shambled down to Market Street, thinking I’d stop in to Subway or something, and what should I bump into but a festival, right there where my neighborhood was supposed to be. I wandered about, gawked at the various food stands, and settled on a piroshky and a 20-ounce bottle of Pepsi. Sometimes it’s nice to live in a town where things happen.