Handing over HARRR

Today I was cleaning out my car--so that it would be nice and spiffy for Lauren, who's babysitting for seven months--and then I had a little flash realization that yes, this is happening. In three days, I'm going to wave good-bye to my parents at the little Akron/Canton airport. It feels weird to see the trees changing and know that I won't see our maple in the backyard go all fiery red. France better have that bonfire smell that means autumn.