I hate Canada. I know it ain’t fair to judge an entire country base upon the asskicking I routinely receive in the little barn just across the St. Lawrence River, but every time someone even mentions the country, I instinctively clinch up in preparation for a boot on my bottom. These Canucks don’t do no …

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Fall for Fall

I fall for Fall. Reasons are both simple and deep. Cozy sweaters and boots replace tired t-shirts and flip flops. Honeycrisps and winesaps weigh heavy on baums. Contests of football draw me closer to friends and patches with pumpkins closer to family. Air is crisp, naturally conditioned in a manner no machine could touch. And …

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