My hometown of Woodward, Pennsylvania, is a small village nestled in the Appalachians, smack dab in the middle of the state. Relatively sequestered from the world, this tiny hamlet is, in many ways, frozen in time. For over a hundred years, like clockwork, the town has had two diehard traditions. In August, there is the […]
My hometown of Woodward, Pennsylvania, is a small village nestled in the Appalachians, smack dab in the middle of the state. Relatively sequestered from the world, this tiny hamlet is, in many ways, frozen in time. For over a hundred years, like clockwork, the town has had two diehard traditions. In August, there is the […]
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