Back when Finn was a cherub and wasn't reading a violent series called Cherubs... when Rob was a computer nerd... when I had hair, a wife, a pink house.... yes back in 1997.... November 29 the newspaper was removed from the windows at 87 Mill St. to expose the two papier-mache monsters that welcomed people, scrawny arms outstretched, to the inaugural season of The Miller's Tale. Needless to say (but hey, I'll say it anyway) a fair amount of water has passed beneath the bridge since then, hair has been lost, new career potentials found, friends have piled up like leaves beneath a sugar Maple in Autumn. I've seen children grow, customers die, and have never felt more a part of a community.... it has been the blessing of my life (well, my kids are THE blessing, but Almonte is a close second) to have found Almonte, to have been welcomed and supported, through smiles and bad moods .... so come let us welcome in the thirteenth year, we'll raise a glass, and bare our teeth and tempt the fates. We'll spit at numerical superstitions and pop balloons! (which will contain discounts of up to 50% for purchases made that night!!)
Bring friends. Family. Wallets. Purses. Good spirits and good wishes.
7 PM onwards.
(And Birthday wishes for Rob R.)