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Saturday we wandered up to the Fish Festival to see what was going on. Over the last couple of years, it’s been a 30-minute walk-through and leave affair, there really has been no reason to go other than it’s in our cursed Vermilion blood. This year however was a different affair altogether.

As we wandered through I got grabbed into the beer tent by someone I hadn’t seen in at least 6 years. Person after person, I knew came in and chatted for a minute. We got to spend some time with Carebear88088 who managed to come into town for two weeks, and we only spent a limited time with her before she left.

We all managed to be civil and get along even though a lot of the old rivalries between these people still exist. Sometimes I wonder if we’re all going to grow up and if we did when did it happen? Not that it matters in the grand scheme, we all barely keep and touch and manage to get together for this one day like it’s almost a gathering of lost souls who also felt a strange calling to gather in this town once again.