En Fuego

I'm sorry. I missed it. When, exactly, did it become socially acceptable to light a fire in the dumpster at the condo complex where I live?

Fall. Football. Father.

I've always loved summer. And always disliked when summer started cooling down into fall.

But I recently found something that I love about fall. Football, oddly enough. I've spent the past two Sundays picking up the mess I managed to create throughout the week, with the tv tuned into the NFL. Last week it was opening day, so it was kind of a novelty. But by the end of the day I realized how comforting it is to have it on. The announcer guys, the whistling, the cheering crowds. It all makes me think of Dad. There were a couple of times last week where I came out of my kitchen or bedroom and half expected to see Dad sitting on the couch with a tray of club crackers (remember when they came in the big sheet of four?), skippy creamy peanut butter, an assortment of jellies, and some chocolate milk.

I love you, Dad! Go Eagles!

If You Love Laughing Like I Do...

...see SPAMALOT. Immediately. (You have until September 16.)