Fall

The tomatoes are ripe for picking, the sun is sleeping in a little later, and nights out require a light sweater.

 

In High School, we'd be getting ready for homecoming. The votes would be handed out today in Homeroom for the king and queen ballots. I would spend the day reading over plays that Stoughton's offense may run against our defense. The class officers and I would meet up at lunch to talk about the dance, the ralley and parade. I remember reading Kafka's 'The Trial' in AP English during this time of year. 

 

Thursdays would be a light practice day - Helmet and no pads in preperation for a game tomorrow. Coach Branch would be standing tall at 5'4" barking out defensive plays. Coach Perkins would be smacking O'B on the head with his clip board becuase he did a three-step drop and pass instead of a five-step drop and pass.

 

After practice we'd go to Serrano's and load up on pasta and more pasta, talking about plays and watch whatever college game was playing or a Red Sox game.