It can’t be the end of summer. I’m not ready for summer to end.
So I did what any normal American male does when confronted with the sudden realization that his favorite season is about to end: I pouted.
But only for a short time. Then I bought a bag of charcoal and fired up the grill. There is nothing like grilling a lump of meat or a hearty vegetable to extend the pleasures of the summer and keep at bay the dying chill of autumn.
