End of summer ain’t no bummer
When I was a young boy, all those centuries ago, the end of summer was very bittersweet to me. Bitter because it meant my brother and I said goodbye to my mom and left Kansas for the next nine months. Because we rode the train back to my dad’s home in Texas for the next school year. And it was a sweet time, too. Because I love autumn. And I actually looked forward to going back to school.
Today, September 21, 2026, mark the end of another summer.
And it’s on this day every year when I think about those boyhood years nostalgically. Now that I’m back in the southern tier of…
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