I’m a “Fest Baby”
Where my parents met and why I am the way I am
The words “Fest Baby” aren’t something that mean much to the outside world. But for people who’ve been to the Philadelphia Folk Festival, it’s enough to provoke questions, disbelief, and every now and then, jovial bows of adoration—as happened a few days ago. The bulk of festgoers who’ve spent…
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