Greetings from Bristol, where fall is just past its peak and the leaves are ripe for peeping. It's been a whirlwind few weeks on the road and, yet, I'd like to, for a multitude of reasons, freeze the present moment. Partially so I can catch my breath (and maybe a few z's) but mostly because of how rapidly time seems to be flying by.

Living in Los Angeles it's easy to ignore summer rolling into fall and the eventual climb to winter. I'm not complaining about 80-degree weather in November -- and I'm not foolish enough to think anyone feels sorry for me -- but the absence of seasons often creates a frozen-in-carbonite delusion. Were it not for the intensity of October baseball (18 innings!!!) and the cadence of the NFL, I might be convinced that Labor Day was just around the corner.

Then Ne

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