Medallions, patches, pins, parading around Buddy Stubbs on vests of proud chests.
Smiling, talking, looking through the crowd for a familiar face to greet and pass the time of day.
Eating, drinking, enjoying the band and loitering through the day.
An event full of good times and friends - new and old.
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