I love the vibrant colors of fall, the crisp mornings, and soup making. As the days grow shorter it seems we have a desire to look inward and assess our progress on life’s road that can fluctuate from paved and smooth to rough and treacherous.
A few days ago, my computer displayed a photograph of me at age three, in my dad’s baseball shirt, hat and glove and one of my son at the same age as a baseball player ready to trick or treat.