THE SAME AS IT EVER WAS

What comes to mind when I say I went to Folsom for labor day? Did I get arrested? Was I hanging out with the ghost of the great Johnny Cash? Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I was up there for Angela's good friend Julia's wedding. Now, the beautiful ceremony and reception took place at a vineyard 45 minutes away in Plymouth, but the hotel was in sleepy old Folsom. I couldn't stop singing Cash in my head the whole time and a quick morning walk through the old town had plenty to take in. See for yourself.