Stop, Drop, and Roll

It smells nice at first, nostalgic even.  Burning wood and charcoal embers seem almost appropriate in October.  It is a month of grey, orange, and black.  A month of dry grass blowing in the wind.  A month of pumpkin faces with fire in their eyes.  After a quick workout I called up my buddy Igor.  He had been laying fallow since the cancellation of his college courses for two straight days.  “Closed because of fire” is not an uncommon sight... Read More