At last, something else to talk about, something other than Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton and Roy Cooper and Pat McCrory and HB2. Frankly, even the World Series kind of wore us out.
The big news is, or ought to be, that the Triangle and points west have experienced now the first good frost of the year, which is good. A freeze is kind of a refreshing wake-up call — which ought to more quickly follow the changing of the clocks and falling back and all that (by the way, where’s the remote that lets us change the time on that radio/CD player gizmo?). Oh, it doesn’t necessarily mean it’s time to put away the lawnmower until spring or that the grandson who wants to wear shorts all year ’round will finally agree to some long trousers or that the neighborhood kids will realize it’s a little too chilly to play volleyball under the lights.
But it’s a sign, anyway.
And then there was the Democrat of our acquaintance, a liberal, who said the first frost might indicate that Donald Trump’s election as president was a signal that, well, you-know-what had frozen over. Easy now. It’s OK. Really. We most certainly haven’t seen the last of an 80-degree day here and there. At least, we don’t think so.