"Autumn on the Farm" I grew up on a farm, so this is what I think of when I think of Autumn. That's my Uncle Roy on the tractor, hauling some hay bales (this picture is set back in the '60's - hay bales are usually larger than this now, and cylindrical). I live in Tennessee, so if you've ever been here in Autumn, you know that the trees really do get this colorful here (I realize I'm bragging, but I really do think Autumn is especially beautiful here).

This is not my "second childhood". I'm not finished with the first one yet.

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

"I'd like to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather....not screaming in terror like the passengers on his bus." - Jack Handy