It’s that time of year, when the air gets brisk, the colors come out as the leaves come down. For me, I know it’s fall when I start making the soup. Split pea with carrots, celery, onion, and some ham.
As I upload the photo it occurs to me: life is strange. I have an eight-month drought on the Blurg, then a few thousand words and a pot of soup.
(I’m sure this was exactly the kind of moment of connection Cerf envisioned when he invented TCP/IP.)