Fall.......... Fell......... Fallen...

This, that and not much about anything.

Fall officially, I guess, began on September 22nd... so some days back.

Not a hunnerd percent sure why it's in Oklahoma, but, the song about Kansas City reads:

Everything's up to date in Kansas City
They gone about as fer as they can go

Eh, I spose. True dat they've expanded the Streetcar routes.  I hear tell now, with the Government shutdown, and there bein' 67,000 Federal employees here, they're considering expanding it from Springfield to Des Moines.  Eh, why not?

Breaking news:

BAD SCARE yesterday at work.  The every weekday golf scramble of the Seniors... At the SAME table, I seen a Republican AND a Democrat seated.  I put my safety glasses on.  I stuffed up some cardboard from empty beer cartons under my tee shirt - in case I had to break up potential lethal blows.  Kept my finger on the '9' in case I needed to call the local PD for backup.  Stood, behind the counter. That oughta block haymakers, shrapnel, 4 irons, bazookas and the likes.  Drum roll.................................

They got along.  Even seen 'em shaking hands, not fists, when they departed.  Further, they's both smilin'.  No sense in relating this to any news service, they ain't got no use for good news like that.

Back to Fall.

The geese are gathered, horn'sa honkin', the leader is looking up GPS to Corpus Christi, soon, they'll 'V' )  Golfers everywhere around here will pull out their Pings, delight in having no geese tootsie rolls to have to navigate their putts thru at least till early Spring.  Honk honk.

Whilst Herbert is'a golfin' with his senior buddies, Hazel is at home grabbing the boxes filled with long sleeves, long pants, light jackets, yada, outta the basement, attic, crawl space, wherever. Herbert ain't off the hook, he'll have to bring in the cheapy lawn furniture, winterize the hot tub, sharpen the shovels, spades, etc once he gets home.... and find, place somewhere in the garage, for the ice melt, for, Winter fallows fall. Take THAT autocorrect.

All about the Midwest, communities gather for one last fling with nice weather - the Fall Festival. Ladies will sneer, side eye, and try not to get in fist fights with other ladies as they elbow their way in line at the Funnel Cake booth...  Gents, dads, try to impress by grabbin' the biggest, heaviest sledge hammer to put the largest dent in the 1986 Caprice the Boy Scouts bought for the sole purpose of demolition for fundraising.

Couples mostly get along.  Seasoned dads will offer "Here honey, lemme push that stroller uphill".. or, "I'll carry Junior, you go ahead and browse in the craft booth ya wanted to."  It's learned, best to have 49% of the stock. Hey that's still a lotta stock, and, much easier than tryin'ta sleep with one eye open.

Kids, barely outta snotnose age, holding hands with other kids traipsing up the street... their first gallivant in public as a couple. In fact they call 'em their 'special' other, cause, they don't learn how to spell significant until 9th grade. I think some'a the gals snuck out the door before dad saw 'em 'cause, well, their outfits didn't have a lotta material.

Kids in the Corn Maze, take forever and a day to make it thru... shrewd moms/dads ain't worried cause they armed 'em with those Life360 apps for their phones....   Uncle Herkimer, himself having been around corn and grains of another ilk - eventually weaves his way back home from  the maze of The Corner Bar.

Parents everywhere, count the days until the Goblins bring home plastic pumpkins fulla Snickers, Hersheys, Almond Joys, yada so they can have a sample or ten after the kids go to bed.

Local baseball nerds start countdown calendars for "____ days until Spring Training"...  wonder, which side'a State Line Frank's statue will wind up on... and sing "All I want for Christmas is a corner outfielder with pop"... 

Chiefs fans ride the rollercoaster of "It's Over" - "I think they're back on track"... why does everyone hate us, Taylor, Travis...

We're counting shopping days until Christmas... can't wait for Black Friday specials... and will soon Google when to start thawing Tom Turkey.  Saggers everywhere will switch to flannel.

All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown) and the sky is gray (and the sky is gray.)

Everything's up to date in Kansas City
They've gone about as fer as they can go
They got a big theatre they call a burlesque
For fifty cents you could see a dandy show!
One of the gals is fat and pink and pretty
As round above as she was round below
I could swear that she was padded from her shoulder to her heel
But then she started dancin' and her dancin' made me feel
That every single thing she had was absolutely real!
She went about as fer as she could go
Yes, Sir! She went about as fer as she could go!

I'm thinkin' Gene Nelson (the singer of the above in the musical Oklahoma back in 19fitty-five, had he had Life360, he mighta been at Hamburger Marys.

Life's a ride..  A hay ride.

Love, Victurd