Labor Day Weekend
It’s always weird to me how the entire tide seems to shift once we get past the Labor Day weekend. The air is crisper. School buses are slowing down the daily commute, and I start getting antsy about: The end of baseball season, and the end of golf for the year. I don’t want to shovel anything ever again so I’m keeping an eye on the weather forecasts that show: “It’s going to be a mild winter.” Seriously, that’s what I’ve heard. I pray that’s true, but September is a transition month regardless. And of course, we have to get beyond September 11th. Each year that memory steps up and smacks us all between the eyes. Hard to believe it’s been 25 years. I was just 36 years old! Hardly seems possible, but on such a date, the memory is vivid. Work wise I was doing exactly what I do now. Sites and reports, with the same clients that I have now. I recall the news reports and making sure that the young kids running around here didn’t see much of the devastation. Seems silly now. As crazy as...