Tipton, IN over the Labor Day weekend is a family tradition of long standing for us. Once a year we get to see people we've known for decades, who watched our kids grow up - and who are growing gray with us. It's the best. This year we lost an old and beloved friend; the 100 year old oak tree at the northern edge of the arbor area is gone, and it is a bit disorienting, and much hotter at the afternoon sessions. This is the one Pow wow we don't miss even when we have almost stopped attending them.
wish you were here.
~M.E.
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You're lucky. I really don't have many friends anymore from my early days, who can compare notes with me on growing older. It's quite a blessing and helps with handling this wretched aging process.
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