...a little-known burg called Union, NJ. Not Union City. My little town, of formerly-pristine picket fences is a traditional, if not over-crowded, NJ suburb. Nestled snugly between such mammoths of Jersey industry and commerce as Elizabeth and Newark, it's not overly-industrialized, and has many schools, parks and playgrounds that are beautiful and fun to be in.
Two of my favorite town events just passed: the Greek Festival, held annually at my home parish of St. Demetrios Greek Orthodox Church (where, growing up, I attended Greek School, Sunday School and served the altar). Yes, I was an altar boy. Delicious food and good times were a bit dampened by the weather, but a good time was still had by all.
The second, The Italian Feast, in Union Center, almost completely passed me by, except for a late-night photo session (that you can check out here, if we're cool like that). I don't mind missing the annual Where-Are-They-Now of locals and townies, but I did want a Sauseege sangwich, which my sister was so generous to bring me back later.
I long to one day be on the Union High School wall-of-fame, alongside gilded head-shots of such luminaries as successful doctors and lawyers and also, show-biz talents like Robert Wuhl and Goodfellas' Ray Liotta. Artie Lange, another illustrious UHS alum, is not honored, but still cherished. That'd be some night out drinking, eh? The Wall of Fame would certainly be plastered that night!
Union is also home to the world's tallest Water Sphere.
We all know Greeks are proud. So are Union folk, so I'll cut it short here, before I ramble on too much with hometown pride.
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