For the past several years, towards the end of September, my home town of North Stonington has put on a fine, fine celebration dubbed NoStoFest in honor of its past, present, and future. There are local bands, local wares, booths chaired by local town committees and companies, an abundance of good things to eat—pies made by the bakers at the local Congregational Church are must-devour items—and, of course, tributes to the town's agricultural roots. That heritage  goes deep and, to some considerable degree, it remains important and vital. There are always farm animals galore, and the center of town becomes a kind of cow, chicken, bunny, and duck petting zoo. But the centerpiece for most folks is a chance to go for a vintage-tractor-pulled hayride. Two tractors took part this year and their drivers were kept busy non-stop. I'm guessing that at least some of the folks in attendance on this glorious day rode more than once. Maybe, more than twice.