
A proper end, and a fine beginning.
I spent the final day of the year as I have spent many others, engaged in an age old tradition, one that even my Gorean alter ego Haigan would have been proud of and most satisified with, trading at the Three Creeks Rendevous. This annual event is a gathering of local folk in the fields along the confluence of three distinct mountain streams. The business of the day is barter and comraderie, goo…
