An important date for me passed a few days ago. The Walker Creek Harvest Festival. Well it's not important anymore, but it used to be. Boy, do I have memories from those days. Remembering them recently is what inspired me to begin this blog. I'm not good with fancy technology but I think I figured this thing out. I want to write down my experiences, and remember my hometown fondly, you know? I haven't been back in a long time. Maybe for the best. Like everything, there was bad that came with the good. Lots of good years, lots of bad ones. Plenty of nice folks, and lots of very strange folks. We had our fair share of bad moments. The missing kids in '88, the bizarre Harvest Festival in '55, that son of a bitch mayor in '72 that nearly bankrupted the town. Albert something, I think. It's all so long ago. But there was a lot of good too. I loved Walker Creek. Shame I left, but the there was too much strangeness about it by the end. Guess that's just how any town is, takes a while to realize, that's all. Anyway, I'm just rambling like an old man now. Guess I am one. I just think it'd be nice to share some of my stories to the world. I remember a lot from there. I hope someone reads this and enjoys it at leas.t
-Trevor
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