Shot 8/23/2025 - Written 11/16/2025

I lost signal half an hour before finding the New England Rodeo. Driving up, the only monikers of the event were sparse signs and pickup trucks. Benches and lawn chairs filled the lot surrounding the riding pen. In between friends and families accompanied by the smell of fried food trucks, I danced with memories of home.

This was my first rodeo, but Rochester Massachusetts’ New England Rodeo gave respite for nostalgia.