When I first started working with my dad eight years ago, part of getting acclimated in my new role was meeting all the people we are so fortunate to work with. It’s hard to believe, but over 30 years later many of you are meeting Kyle for the first time and have watched as our family has grown into its third generation over the past 32 years.

I recently met a couple of my High School buddies, Paul and Jim for dinner and cocktails. We sat around and were having the “remember when” conversation for hours. We got lost in discussion about the past and would snap back into reality and be in the current day about whatever topic. We were sharing stories about our journeys through life, the good and the bad, and, up to this point and how thankful we all were for so many things

My experience attending town or county fairs is limited to going to the North Haven Fair as a teenager. Growing up, we didn’t make annual trips to the Big E or even venture one town over to North Branford for the potato and corn festival. With fall rolling in and in our effort to enjoy some of the spectacular weather we’ve been having, Jill and I loaded up the car and headed to the Durham fair with Kyle.