Autumn, Shmautumn

Every year there are those people who get excited at the end of summer because fall has begun. To those people I say, "what crack are you smokin'?" Fall comes and I approach it with a sense of dread and foreboding. It lulls you into a false sense of security with three weeks of good weather and then, BAM!:



I'll tell ya what folks, fall isn't tailgate parties among the red and orange leaves -- fall is going trick or treating in the snow with your winter coat on.