It’s (almost) officially here! Autumn! And don’t give me that fall-starts-after-Labor-Day nonsense. Fall is, has been, and always will be starting on the day of the autumnal equinox, which, this year, is Sept. 23. You’d think I’d be a little less enthused about about a date that delineates when we start getting less daylight than nighttime, but whatever. With apologies to the parts of the country that don’t get a full four seasons, autumn is a gorgeous, glorious time in the Commonwealth – leaves turning, crisp air,
Vos (as in the non-missed DeVos) means “Fox” so you would expect silent sneaking about, and that’s what you get. I would not put odds on the Fox against a Wolf(e). (It’s the best I could do - Wisconsin always manages to piss me off. But they do have the Packers.)
Vos (as in the non-missed DeVos) means “Fox” so you would expect silent sneaking about, and that’s what you get. I would not put odds on the Fox against a Wolf(e). (It’s the best I could do - Wisconsin always manages to piss me off. But they do have the Packers.)