Like the rest of you, I’m guessing, it’s all the missed occasions that I can’t help but think about. We’re talking birthdays. We’re talking weddings. We’re talking anniversaries.
The first Sunday in September would normally be the day of our annual Last Borbecue of Summer, when tradition demands that I put on my hilarious “I Like My Pork Pulled” apron and grill up a feast for all of our friends.