I'm officially an idiot - I drove three hours toward Fryeburg. Four miles out of town, on Rt. 302, I hit traffic. After three more hours, I decided to walk the last mile and parked my car. I got onto the fairgrounds where I bent over and took it up the ass hardcore, paying a $10 admission fee (and no, that's not how I like it).
But do I regret coming? NO! Here's why: I finally got to see Mary and the whole Castonguay clan, whom I haven't seen in years, and Marsha and Matt Hamilton (also have not seen in years. More to come, I'm going to breakfast so I can feel my extremities. PETER IS AN ASSHOLE!