It’s been quite a nice week, Hurricane Dorian notwithstanding. Last night I called my first varsity football game (I’ve been calling junior varsity games for a few years now), and I am eternally grateful to the eagle-eyed coaches in the pressbox who fed me some of my best lines.
After the game—a blowout of such proportions that the second half instituted a “running clock,” which meant an abbreviated evening for yours portly—I drove to my hometown of Aiken, in the western part of South Carolina. My destination for the weekend: the large arts and crafts fair known as Aiken’s Makin’.
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