There are certain events that become part of your life without you ever realizing it. They mark the seasons, become family traditions and, over time, become part of your own story. For me, that event is the Gilroy Garlic Festival. Like so many people, I’ve been attending the festival for years. I’ve gone with family, with friends and, as a reporter and more recently, wearing my publisher’s hat. Every visit seems to bring a familiar routine: runn…