Fall is definitely in the air. We are in the gray area of season change. Up North when it becomes very cold and down South while they are still basking in warm temperatures, we are both at the same time. It is chilly in the morning, warm in the afternoon and chilly again after dark. Southern Missouri, especially in the Central part, weather changes very quickly.

This time of year high school football games in crisp air, the student body yelling and all the noise that goes with a crowd stirs small towns across America. I have always loved a marching band. At half-time when the majorette blows her whistle and the band begins marching onto the field, drums and horns blaring….it is magical.

At times when I am outside in the morning it is possible to hear the drum and bugle corps practice. It’s a nice sound and one that brings back a lot of memories. Is there any more rabid crowd than those who attend a high-school game? The kids who once were the team, the cheer leaders and pep-club….all are now in the stands watching their children and grandchildren carry on the school traditions.

The coffee shops are full of town-folk most mornings and evenings before or after work. On game day the talk is different, urgent and hopeful, it might include the coach, some of the teachers or school administrators…..and plenty of alumni. The school buses with the opposing team arrives like an invading army. Spirits are high on both sides. The arriving team also has the same solidarity behind them.

For some of us, like myself, my chosen subjects were more to the arts than sports. It was never my gift but when I see kids training for long distance running, waving and smiling, I have an uncommon outpouring of pride. I am a fan of all sports and especially foot-ball. The pleasure I have had being a spectator is close to being on the playing fields.

Of course, Brett Farve will live forever as my very best sport’s hero, next to Rocky. He is truly amazing and such a joy to watch his freedom on the field.

Essentially Esther