The sun is shining and there’s a cool breeze from the south. At the 16th mile mark two townships meet and a 200 year old bright white church sits at the juncture. Here the old stone walls make a perfect place to sit and watch the event unfold on the street. Vendors sell flags and noisemakers, loaded down pizza delivery men search for the...
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