Thinking About The September Of My Years

The Journey Inward


Last updated 9/25/2019 at 4:57pm

Pumpkins and apples are plentiful. The air is slightly crisp. The sun feels different. School busses drop off children at school or home. School supplies line the aisles of Walmart. A few leaves are changing. Summer light at the end of the day is fading.

It’s September. As a boy that meant school was starting. So, my mother would take me to Belks Department Store to buy a couple of flannel shirts and blue jeans and possibly a pair of Buster Brown shoes with a picture of Buster Brown and his dog Tige on the insole.

Most of us have memories of starting school. For instance, often client...

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