Frankly speaking

A short note for the end of summer as we see it.

The SMaSH beer flowed nicely on Sunday during the boys’ visit, although the other beer, Sir James Douglas, as oldest son calls his first homebrew, got drained. It was a clone of Robert the Bruce and it came pretty close. So much so that it was gone in a few hours. What a great time!

Tomorrow’s SixPack Pics will have some comics in it as we transition away from the regular Thursday opening post.

bbq-grill-hates-winterWith summer winding down, the trees will shut down and shed their leaves in your gutters. The garden will become a barren space. The barbecue grill will make faces at you. The lawnmower needs prepping for the winter and the snowblower needs to be readied. The babes will start to bundle up and all we will have left will be the memories of the summer past.

It’s all a part of the yearly process and we all know what to expect. Find your sweatshirts and Carharrt jackets. We’ll deal with it.

SPT will be here to help you through it.

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2 Responses to Frankly speaking

  1. Jeff says:

    If it makes you feel any better Frank summer is still hanging in heavily down here in Florida. I seen 98 at the bank today around 1pm and the humidity is way up there, every time I get out of my truck with my sunglasses on they instantly fog up.

    Maybe we won’t get robbed of fall this year.

  2. fcgrabo says:

    I gotta tell ya that I can only imagine what it’s like to live in Florida. No idea what winter is like. I’ve been under the impression that it’s all old people, Cubans and hurricanes.

    I just asked the wife, “Hey! Ya want to move to Florida?”
    “NO! Too hot, too muggy, too many tornadoes and hurrices” No mention of old people or Cubans.

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