It’s that time again and it’s pointless to deny it. The one we all hate (for various reasons). The marker we all try to…
It’s that time again and it’s pointless to deny it. The one we all hate (for various reasons). The marker we all try to push off for just one more day…one more weekend…one more bonfire. It’s fall and all that that implies.
No one likes to see the summer go, least of all me. The long days, the constant scent of Coppertone Sport, the lazier pace, it’s tough to let...