Now where was I? Oh yeah, the cookie-baking incident. If you don’t remember that one (some of us can’t forget, and some people won’t let me forget), just ask anyone in my family and they will gladly tell you all about it. But if you ask my brother, I should tell you that he will probably exaggerate the whole story. I might tell you about it, but only if you bring me gifts or cash. Something that unpleasant requires some kind of reward to recall.

A lot of time has passed since I last wrote this column. I have a few extra lines on my face and a few more inches around my waist. Not to mention the (ouch) silvery stuff popping up on my head. Some things you just can’t control!

I’ve been busy, busy, busy. There is always somewhere to go and something to do. I’m on the go so much that my car cranks up as soon as the door of the house opens. All I have to do is jump in and hold on for dear life. Coffee stains are abundant on the interior, I can’t imagine why.

But the thing is my mind goes faster than my body, so that explains the extra inches around the waist (not to mention the other places). I wish my mind and body would go as fast as my car, then I could possibly be the next superhero. Just kidding Jose!

I’m glad to be back working at the Citizen, it was like coming home when I walked through the door my first day. Mark and I were yelling at each other right off the bat, the printer was spitting out gibberish, and panic was creeping around the corner. Yep, it’s good to be home.

I’m so glad fall is here. It’s my favorite time of year. I love the fiery fresco of foliage that abounds in the fullness of fall. It takes me back to a time in my youth when I walked in the woods on the farm, heard the crunching of leaves beneath my feet, and found beautiful specimens of colored leaves, whose beauty took my breath away.

The running water of the little stream always carried fallen leaves with it on its journey to another place, and I would kneel by the stream and daydream about new and exciting adventures.

This time of year the water seems to run clearer, the air seems cleaner, and the night skies are spectacular.

Fall is the cool-down period after a hot summer, and in our case, an inferno. I’m wondering if the summer’s intense heat has affected the fall color scheme. As I look around, I really don’t see much change. But hope springs eternal.

I can’t wait for first frost. I don’t know how long I’ve been doing it, but I always slip off my shoes and run barefoot through the first frost on the ground. I know that’s an unusual (some will say crazy) ritual, but it makes me happy and giddy, like a kid when it snows.

Summer’s gone. Now it’s time for pumpkins, colorful gourds, and sweet taters. I can’t wait for the Harvest Moon. Then it’s bonfire time and dancing n