Because the right works so hard to make me feel that way.
I've been turning a recent experience around in my head for a couple of days and would like to relate it here. My first diary, I'm nervous. The village I live in in upstate New York (about 50 miles from NYC) has an annual festival called "Great American Weekend" on the weekend closest to Independence Day. I've only lived here for two years, and this is the first time I've actually been able to attend some of the festivities. Craft and antique vendors, carnival, face-painting, food, typical stuff. I was looking for Stuckeyville when we decided on our town.
The closing program on Sunday night, July 2nd, was a show of trampoline acrobats, music by Jimmy Sturr (the Polka King, who's hometown is nearby), and a laser-light show (no fireworks here because insurance is too expensive). Sounded like good fun since I have an 8yo and a 7yo.
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