On Firewood and Fried Catfish

The first fire of the season was exceedingly modest, just one fat log buttressed by a couple of sticks of kindling in my BMC’s fireplace in East Texas, fired up with the natural-gas pipe starter in a quick attempt to warm up the living room before we headed to church. More than anything, it was our announcement that summer had at last been banished, and autumn was finally in the house, a tardy arrival but still welcomed. We have been pining for cool  weather for many months. Who hasn’t of those who survived this Summer From Hades? We spent most of Saturday  trekking through Northeast Texas,...

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