The end is near.
No, not that one. The end of summer.
The earmark, for many, was Labor Day, which each year is kind of like the starting gun for the race to autumn.
I say bring it on.
Summer, as I might have mentioned in previous columns, is not my favorite season, especially in years with lots of 90-plus days. Those usually translate into days with heat indices of more than 100, and that’s just wrong.