All summer long, I’ve felt as if fall has been sitting on my shoulder. Maybe it’s the temperate, cooler weather or just the anticipation I feel every year about this time. I’ve always thought it odd the one season that symbolizes a slow acceptance of endings and impermanence, be it a fall harvest or the return
to classrooms, also holds such anticipation.
Our stories hold that common thread this month. It’s football time and that big game day always offers families and friends the chance to gather, eat, and cajole.