Submitted by Marianne (Leonard) Kauma | September 04, 2010
I hesitated coming home for my 30th class reunion during Fisherman’s Picnic this year. Fisherman’s Picnic had lost its “lure.” Running into people I hadn’t seen in years and having short polite conversations; “How are you?” and “Where do you live now?” just didn’t appeal to me. However, with a little pressure from my mom, I was encouraged to give... READ MORE >
