All Saints Day

Nothing like the smell of slightly moldy pumpkin smashed in the road to greet you in the morning. My quickly dying lawn festooned with cast off wrappers is one of the many signs of fall. My VCR and cell phone have already fallen back in apparent defiance of US Congress, uncaring that the Softball Association of America and the United Candy Makers Unions have finally succeeded in their lobbying efforts.
Watch out for the change when we save our daylight.