It’s boot scootin’ time, y’all.

         And no I don’t line dance. But I do love, especially when there is a slight chill in the air, pulling out, pulling on and prancing around in one of my well-worn pairs of cowboy boots.

(Writer’s note: It seems a few short weeks ago when we were all freaking out about the clowns. Some may say the ones running for office, but I am talking about the weird clown sightings from the edges of stark, empty woodland bends, others close to lamp-lit neighborhoods luring children in with candy, scaring the bejeezes out of everyone in full-on clown make-up and parachute pants. Then, Matthew came along and turned everything we knew as normal upside down, inside out.

“Be worthy as you run upon
this hallowed sod,
For you have dared to tread
where champions have trod.”

It’s great to be a Georgia Bulldog.