Sure, you could call it late start, a delayed reply, maybe even procrastination; there's really a number of things you can call it if you break it all down, but we're not gonna do that this week. In fact, we're gonna bypass the what-nots like it's the last rest stop for next 100 miles and despite what your mind is telling you, YOU CAN HOLD IT, so drive on, my friend. We'll get there faster leaving open the possibility of even more FUN, and, well, you know me and fun? So grab that mug o joe, take a sip, and let's get through this one together, hand in hand. Imagine we're crossing the street and you're a nice 80+ year old little lady, and I, a strapping 40 ish year old gentleman, extend my hand to offer a safe trip across the "street," the "street" here symbolic for my bucket of words you currently find yourself in) and I deliver you, safely, to the other side. Now, why is it you crossed the road? We've never really got a firm answer out of the chicken, but if I were to guess, your reasons were personal, but also riddled with hope that FALL (or AUTUMN if you're into technical jargon--I am...) is almost here and the list of "things to do" grows EVERY SINGLE DAY. 

Don't believe me? Take a gander below, then I challenge you to write me a letter in 100 words or less arguing otherwise. Go 'head. Give it a shot. I like to read. But, careful with your words.

Until next week, if you love Fort Smith, LOVE FORT SMITH OUT LOUD! 

Rham C.