Every year 40 some odd aging friends of Papa Russo converge at his trailer down by the river to get drunk, float down the river, and then blow up their leftover illegal fireworks.
We call it Cheese Days, and I look forward to it every year.
It’s all about this
and this
and this
and this
and a lotta good times
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Ghosts of Cheese Days past:
- Cheese Days 2005
- Cheese Days 2006
- Cheese Days 2007 (flickr slide show – no blog post that year)
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