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I never cared for Fall too much. Perhaps the lessening of the heat of Summer, and the cooler nights was a welcome refrain from hot nights of restless, sweating sleep. Sure, we had an AC on Chambers, but we also had a budget. That house was huge to cool. Fall was more like a guy in a black hood with a scythe beckoning to a cold endless winter full of ice, snow and Illinois Power bills.


Nowadays I miss Fall. The sights, smells, crinkling leaves, apple cider donuts, football, and the grabbing of hoodies make Fall fun after all. Who knew? Not me. In Florida I found the pumpkins, and I have a hoody for chilly mornings and evenings, but there is no smell of Fall down here. No fires, no dried leaves, nope, none of that. You go to the Mall in your shorts as they put up Christmas stuff and know that in a month and a half you could go to the Mall in your shorts while they take the Christmas stuff down.








These were taken here in St. Pete on a quest to find the perfect pumpkin for little miss Norah's first Halloween.  This was a pretty neat place for sheer numbers, sizes and oddities. This last picture seems to have my fat finger in the lower right.   

And finally, my buddy Tim sent me a picture of a fire he built and enjoyed just before he saw his Bears beat the Eagles.  Now this is Fall.  Yep I miss it.  


Another reason to like Fall.  Somewhere in Illinois beer always tastes better outside beside a fire.

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