Man has always tried to harness time; seconds, minutes, days, months, years, etc. etc., but time marches on in its own interminable way, endless at its own pace.
The Christmas catalogs from Sears, Montgomery Wards, Spiegel, Penny’s etc arrived at our home in September. By Halloween these wishbooks were torn and mangled by my brothers and I. But it was so much fun to peruse page after page of toys. I don’t get as much fun looking at things online. The wishbooks had postal costs zone charts on their order forms. Another good old memory from the dust bin of time.
The smell of burning leaves, the World Series played in daylight, milky gray October skies, cool evenings under a harvest moon, homemade Halloween costumes, tackle football on a vacant lot, pumpkin seeds, memories of Autumn pasts.
When I get up my mother and my wife have always asked where I am going. When they get up I never ask, I just wait and see or until they tell me. It is a gal thing?
Arlo apparently likes “two hand touch” football, which is we used to call it. Except he got “touched” back!