September was always my least favorite month. Maybe it was because it marked the approach of fall. This was the time of year we’d say goodbye to grandma’s cabin, by the wild and windy shores of Lake Michigan, and return…
September was always my least favorite month. Maybe it was because it marked the approach of fall. This was the time of year we’d say goodbye to grandma’s cabin, by the wild and windy shores of Lake Michigan, and return…