Another year of rice bowls and fried oreos are coming to an end. The trademark Italian festival of Hoboken, St. Anne ended Monday. The smell of my grandmothers kitchen filled the streets all last week with every walk home from the path. The festival is kind of a benchmark for Digital Tchotchke. We can't help but recollect all the past festivals and how many years We've been in Hoboken. One thing is for sure, Hoboken keeps it roots and traditions. But it pains me too see the same posters, tent vendors, and garage bands year in and year out. Additions to tradition should be welcomed instead of frowned on. I would love to see the town open it up to local artists. Maxwell's must have tons of connections with bands that would die for an opportunity like that. An Italian festival it is without a doubt, the famous muzz, deli's, And Sicilian rice balls will keep it that way. But some added culture and art is much needed. The giant stuffed chair and miniature hammer slide no longer cuts it. I'm just grabbing the eats and making a run for it. New doesn't always erase tradition, sometimes it just keeps tradition alive.