Where You Come From Is Gone

So says the great Flannery O’Connor. Unless you come from a town with a stubborn streak. Back in my hometown for St. Peter’s Fiesta, a mix of religion, fried dough, drunken violence, and traditional maritime oar sports, I discovered that some strange and wonderful things from my childhood still go on. My cousin asked me to write something about it for his hilarious Gloucester Clam.