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August 21, 2015
Iím sighting out over the park into the sand of the volleyball field and the thermometer tells me the temperature is dropping, unseasonably cool, although Michigan has been cool now for the past two years. Soon the leaves will be falling, crisp, colorful, crunching beneath my shoes as I walk, most likely in this same park that I am now watching over. This is my new home. Get used to it. I almost am used to it. There are just a few changes I want to make. Move a chair in here and a turntable. That will about do it.