By Madan Mohan Mohini dasi
In 1997 one of our local friends approached me and asked if we (our Hare Krsna community in N.Carolina) would like to take part in the yearly Stokes Stomp. Without even asking what the Stomp was, I answered yes because it sounded like a nice opportunity to meet people.
Upon inquiry I found out it was a festival along the Dan River, just a few miles from our community, where the locals take part in an hour long, down-home parade the first day. (In the first years we to