The wedding was silent and serious, men in tuxedos and women in floaty dresses, a bride, a groom and a really big cake. The funeral was loving and loud, neighbors in wetsuits and leis, a paddle-out and then a feast. And the pie festival was pure hometown fun. Some famous faces, sure, but mostly regular people eating pie, enjoying the sun and watching their kids play.
Oh, and my apple pie won a ribbon again. Third place, this time. And it sold out in ten minutes. High praise at four bucks a slice.