My family went to the Glendi Festival again last night. Itís a sweet affair that gives you the sense that you just stumbled upon a celebration in some little Greek village. Everyoneís dancing to folk music and singing and eating and drinking and talking and laughing and itís not such a fancy, organized event. The bigger kids run around, on their own, through the grounds. And if any of them cause a commotion, some adult or another marches over and gives them a good talking to and then sends them back on their way. At 8 p.m., the church bells ring and all the folks who were dancing, singing, drinking and eating, and all the kids who were running and laughing, file in through the church doors for the mass. And thatís the end of the festival until next year.