It is summertime, and in Cleveland that means festivals. Local church festivals, beer festivals, food festivals and cultural festivals.
This weekend I was at the Irish Festival. Instead of getting some good Irish fare, I decided to have a corn dog. While I was standing in line, I noticed this sign. It immediately reminded me of Tom. His love of cheese is absolutely unparalleled.
As a matter of fact, he had been extolling the virtues of the cheese on a stick he had at a church festival the previous week.
Oh Glory Day!