This is how I know it’s Fall (even though it isn’t until September 22nd): I wore a sweater today. I am allergic to my allergies. I can’t find a parking spot. Anywhere. There are giant yellow buses. Everywhere. I wore corduroys today. Kidding. The tomatoes at Shaws looked a little funky. This summer might go down in the record books for all the rain the sky poured on us, but…
