Despite killing frost, all not lost.
COLUMN: From the deck
Good morning and pour yourself another cup of coffee.
If the weather forecasters are correct, this morning has delivered a killing frost to many of us and if that is indeed the case, here's hoping you took in all your sensitive plants because there's a good chance they are now an ugly shade of black.
Speaking of colors, your loyal scribe's uneducated eyes tell him this is going to be a very, very colorful year in this part of the state.
Last year was about as bad as it gets when it came to checking out the yellow, red and orange of fall.
A drive Thursday morning in Oxford, Sutton and Kelly Street in Auburn led yours truly to think it's going to be pretty good for the next two weeks. It is also going to be warm, perhaps about 70 degrees early next week, which means the grass seed that was planted in our yard earlier this week may actually sprout some grass.
Like people who live in Colorado who take the Rocky Mountains for granted, I suspect many of us take the colors people from all around the world come to see for granted.
Certainly raking up all the leaves isn't fun but this space has always thought the cleanup is the admission price for the beautiful colors.
But as usual, we digress.
Maybe it's because I've been living on Prospect Hill in Auburn for almost six years but when I come into the city it isn't hard to notice just how fast-paced and at times uncivil it is on the increasingly mean streets.
People cut each off and deliver various hand salutes if another driver has the audacity to slow them down just a little bit. Early Thursday
afternoon a man in his 20s stopped in the middle of Front Street to answer his cellphone. When somebody tooted their car horn, he gestured in a way most of us have seen far too often and kept talking.
It isn't just the city, however.
Driving in Oxford, I stopped to talk to a property owner about doing a story and he said there are too many people watching him and he just didn't want to be bothered.
He was especially critical of President Obama although something tells me he isn't following happenings in Oxford.
I'm pretty sure he's concentrating on his next debate with Mitt Romney considering even Democrats I know say our dungaree-wearing former governor kicked his butt in their first meeting.
Research shows that presidential debates as we know them started in 1960 when John F. Kennedy and Richard M. Nixon squared off.
Debates are all about how a candidate looks and acts, which is why most people watching on television thought Mr. Kennedy won while those listening on the radio thought the heavily sweating Nixon was the victor.
And while we're talking about debates, this past Wednesday's clash between Republican Scott Brown and Democratic challenger Elizabeth Warren actually saw them talk about issues, although I think Mr. Brown hurts his cause when he derisively calls Ms. Warren professor.
Last time I checked, being a professor isn't a bad thing, especially in Massachusetts, as Mr. Brown may find out on Election Day.
I'm an unabashed liberal, which in today's America means I'm bad, but I have to say I like Mr. Brown and it goes back to a tour of Vaillancourt Folk Art in Sutton when he was running against Democrat Martha Coakley. He came across as just a real nice guy who bought a present for his mother and confided that all his wife, Gail Huff, who was a reporter at Channel 5 at the time, wanted was clothes and her car detailed.
Ms. Coakley ran what seemed to be a pretty disinterested race, something nobody can say about Ms. Warren. I'm no political pundit, but my sense is that Mr. Brown is in deep trouble. Contact Bill Fortier via email at firstname.lastname@example.org