As my wife and I were on our eight-mile walk yesterday we went by Durham County Stadium, the shuttle-parking area for the Festival for the Eno. She made the point that the Eno Festival gives Durham an excuse not to celebrate our nation’s Independence Day. And she’s right. This lefty, earth muffin, Grateful Dead castoff festival celebrates everything but our nation’s birth. And they admit it. Here’s the headline in The News & Observer this morning on its story of the festival:”More green than red, white and blue.”
The Eno Festival takes up all the oxygen, in more ways than one. I quit going to the thing about 15 years ago after I tired of the clouds of proud body odor at the festival, not to mention the guy sitting in a tree at a Doc Watson appearance with his privates hanging plainly out of his hiking shorts for all the patrons, many kids among them, to see. My feelings for the festival extended to my always having something to do out of town when The Herald-Sun asked me to help man our booth there. No thanks.
