I always hated to hear Walter Huston sing this song - reminded one of one's mortality. Yes, the August days do dwindle down to a precious few. Just a few more sprinkles from the garden hose and chasing fireflies at dusk. With Labor Day approaching it was time to think about school again. Getting the pencils sharpened and covering the textbooks with brown paper from a grocery bag. And I again recalled that rhyme from the Old Comedian: "Thirty days hath September, April, June and Uncle Louie." I am looking forward to the Autumn coloring in the Northeast after so many years in Florida.
tjs
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