March 3rd, 2010
At some point we will be in walkers with the funny tennis balls attached to the bottom roaming Deer Glen Acres, and I will miss these days.
Today one of our agents rebooked us at the Preble County Pork Festival in Eaton, Ohio, and it’s funny how many memories this particular show holds. I must admit that when we were first scheduled for this performance many years ago, all of us wondered what we had gotten ourselves into… but then we met the people – the supportive, down to earth, storied people - and it now seems like a mini-homecoming when we return. And seriously, it is always a perfectly sunny fall day in Eaton… how is that even possible?
I must admit that Mark especially likes the fact that his hair smells like pork chops for weeks after we leave the show (perhaps the gel he uses traps in the smoke?). Looking forward to going back… save me some short order.
