Fall is in the air- and on the calendar- but summer just doesn't disappear into some season-sucking black hole. Not even in Minnesota. Last Saturday I had the chance for a lunchtime walk and found remnants of summer. Ever notice that one of the colors of late summer flowers is a variation of the royal color- purple?
Some want to live within the sound of church or chapel bell; I want to run a rescue shop within a yard of hell. -- C. T. Studd
Nothing said here should be understood or construed to be the opinion of anyone but me. My friends, my employer, any organizations I belong to, my church- all are innocent of these thoughts. They are mine.