What I learned at the Common Ground Fair
I haven't been to the Common Ground Fair since I was a little girl. Mom reports that I made my own paper (a precursor to future endeavors?) back then. This time around, I learned a few new things:
Traffic of "Woodstock" proportions will greet you if you arrive mid-afternoon during the best fair weather in "years," so plan accordingly for those last critical 3 miles. Better yet, ride a bike.
Dreadlock mullets have made a comeback/appeared. We counted at least two among what my brother called "the largest collection of hippies I have ever seen." This coming from a man who has lived in Maine for nearly 27 years and goes to school in Orono.
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