If you live in Michigan, your town has a fest of some sort; we here in Howell are gearing up for the Festival of Lights. It occurs after Thanksgiving to celebrate the lighting of the Christmas decorations in downtown Howell.
And to take your money, of course.
Of course, this being Michigan, the weather can be tolerable or it can be downright frigid. Standing around in the dark in late November here is wildy optimistic at best. The jury is out if we are going this year. I'm not too hip to the whole idea of dragging a baby around in the cold in a huge crowd. If it were the Festival of Lights in say, Martinque, I'd be right there.
Did you know that Andy (spawn of Holly)was the Prince, or King or whatever they have for the Festival of Lights a year or two ago? Tis' true. It was the one and only time I've ever been to the Festival of Lights.
The little town I'm from isn't big enough to support any kind of festival (believe me, they've tried) but the town right next door has a festival celebrating a pedephile/wilderness author. In the early 80's the town was desperate to have it's own festival and this author was it's only claim to fame. Well, except for being the birthplace of Thomas E. Dewey who was a big ol' racist and they were trying to shake that reputation themselves.
Posted by: Amy | November 17, 2004 at 06:30 AM
Damn it! I was going to brag about Andy being the Snow King two years ago and Amy beat me to it!!! :-)
He was. It was cute. Cold as hell but cute.
Here is the deal about it:
scnc.hps.k12.mi.us/~3fires/andyfantasyoflights.htm
Posted by: Holly | November 17, 2004 at 06:06 PM