The Elder Speaks
The fire flickers lazily, casting shadows across the tribe assembled. It is a cool evening beneath a clear sky. An ember pops, punctuating the silence of their clearing, while a standing Elder drinks long and deep from his cup. The sky wheels, completing its slow procession above him and even the forest sits silent, intent on hearing his words.
Knights of Debauchery
Fall has come. It’s a time in Waterloo for growth of businesses, tourism, and economy. It’s a time for schools, learning, and knowledge. It’s a time when the weather is still pleasant and warm, and the streets in our fair corner of the tri-cities are shared by all, young and old. It’s a time for students, and for the bars.
