Ahhhh..the crisp, cool, air….the fiery color of leaves on the hillside… no, strike that. At least not in this part of the world, and not at this time of year.
90 degree heat. Higher humidity. The stink of a crowd pressed too close together and the “eewwww” as the guy in the row behind you, who has been drinking since 10:00 in the morning, sloshes his Coca-Cola laced with bourbon down your back.
Even so, I’m ready!
