As Lynch said to Russ Tamblyn, "Try it once more Russ, only this time forget about the lines. Just ramble and think about ghosts."
It was cold and rainy when we rolled back into town late last night and not much changed rain or cold-wise until after five today when the sun, as Palin likes to say, "reared his head" over the sullen roadways of rush hour traffic.
I took the sun path back out to the country and was greeted with a nearly obnoxious portrait of countrytime fall. I was gone for less than a week and the place has changed like a maturing friendship. Leaves have turned on their trees, some seeing red and others just leaving - or should I say LEAFing all together.
You can't slow it down, but you can cheese it out.