Our mullets are the ones that swim in the ocean and get eaten.
I missed my taste of mullet today since I was working a booth. But I did get treated to a snow cone so I can't complain very much.
We even had some folks show up for the festival with boats. There is no doubt the music was loud enough for them to hear it from the water.
I think festivals are one of the ways that we define out existence these days.
A festival brings people together and gives them a common experience to discuss. That's important when many people have different jobs, live far apart, and tend to keep to themselves.
Good memories make getting back together easier. We had a pot luck lunch at church today. It was nice to sit down and talk to folks. We'll certainly come back.
Those good memories are the glue of modern society. They're much better the bonds of tragedy.
We're lucky because our neighborhood still has lots friendly people, most of whom spend a fair amount of time enjoying a peaceful walk on the shore or in our community.
Then again being friendly is pretty common on the Southern Outer Banks.