I first felt it about a week ago. An evening breeze and the question of whether I should have taken a light sweater with me. A few days later, it was there in the morning. The crispness that was the bellwether of things to come. The acorns from the oak trees up the block. Plummeting cars like hail forcing neighbors to move their cars from their parking spots.

From the HuffPost: "An Oklahoma mother alleges that a teacher at her 4-year-old son's school was told to stop writing with his left hand because that's the hand Satan uses.

  I asked my daughter this afternoon what time she had to “be in laden”.

 

Pumping gas the other evening after coming home on the late side, a woman came bouncing out of the convenience store, looked at me as she passed, and yelled "SMILE!"   She was judging me.  I wondered if I go around looking like a grouch, though I have to admit that at that time I was feeling a little grouchy.  It must have showed.  So I smiled back, and suddenly felt less unsmiley.  

I'm blogging live from Citifield and the score is 1-1 in the 6th inning. The chant is up...Lets go Mets...Lets go Yankees. I don't know who's going to win. I hope it's the Yankees. I'm with 124 fellow Gothamites and their friends and families. The game is sold out with good playoff possibilities for both teams. A beautiful night, perfect weather and, of course, the planes flying overhead. Another great tribal event.

As a life long Yankee fan I was flexible enough in 1962 to let former Yankee Manager and then Met Manager Casey Stengel's "Metsies" in as my second favorite team and am proud to say that Joanne and I won Banner Day at Shea Stadium in 1964 and I caught my only foul ball (off the bat of Felix Millan) in 1976 at Shea.

When I was a teenager, I printed business cards for myself and my best friend that said "Nachas Machers". (My father was a printer so I had access to my own little letterpress printing press.)