And so the time of year came in which we would carve the swine, and roast it, and feast our friends, and give thanks for the coming autumn. For 18 years I did just that, both in Chapel Hill (helping the honorable WT) and here in NWTN, and never once were we rained out or otherwise interrupted. Until this past Friday, when the rain set in and would not quit. And so, despite the lamentations of our children, we were forced to cancel our Tenth Annual Hawks Road Hawg Roast.
We stood in the rain and watched the boys play soccer instead.
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