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.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s