The dividing line is Labor Day. After Labor Day the days are sunny and warm, the nights are cool and quiet, the fireplaces are lit, the fleece is on, the bugs are dead, the kids are in school, the geese are starting to arrive from Canada, and the jet skis have gone back to Illinois. The golf clubs are back in the basement and the shotguns are in the trucks; the dogs get birdy at the sight of camo pants, and football is on TV five nights a week. If this was not God's plan He would not have given us flat screen TV's and bars with 20 of them. Before Labor Day, the leaves are all green and boring and just background for photos of something else; but after Labor Day, they are the main event. This guy couldn't wait any longer and neither could I.