This is the time of year I start to get nostalgic, and sometimes melancholy.
Where I grew up in the Midwest, my family and I spent Sundays watching football. We were die-hard fans, even when our team was losing and the games were blacked out. We listened to them on the radio when that happened. Younger Bears fans probably couldn’t imagine Soldier Field not selling out and subsequent blackouts.
I write more extensively about this in my short story In the Bears Den with Dad, in my book anthology Rome, Home, and Meatballs (shown upper right). It’s a heart warming tale about the bond between father and daughter, and also a funny scene where I bump into a famous football hero … quite by accident.
Good news, yesterday the Bears won their first game, but they played the Colts so I don’t know if that’s saying much (sorry Colts fans).
The start of football season also meant that Autumn was right around the corner. We don’t have four seasons where I live, and my favorite time of year used to be the fall.
It won’t be long though, and I’ll be getting away to my home town soon. It’ll be great to watch football with Dad, to experience some crisp weather, and to be in the nurturing presence of Mom. (Can’t forget the great food there either) My parents and husband are my family, and I’m so grateful for them. However, I’m going to miss my sweetheart who won’t make it for this trip.
In the mean time, I’ll still be cranking out blogs until I leave. Hopefully I’ll be able to put up a blog or two from there when the time comes.
In the mean time, GO BEARS!