Sharon and I went up into Bear Mountain State Park with the Notleys for a Sunday afternoon excursion to the see the leaves changing. This was our first time to see the Northeast's fall season in its prime. The earth was teeming with God's autumn pallette as we drove around being swallowed in orange, crimson, gold, and chocolate.
In the midst of the trip I was staying abreast of the Bucs-Eagles game by calling my brother Jimmy every 30 minutes for an update. It just so happened that I called him at the very end with the Bucs trying a last second desperation 62 yard field goal to win the game. As we're driving through this rustic countryside, Jimmy sticks his phone up to his TV's speaker as the cheers of Tampa Bay's crowd are cresendoing into an oceanic roar with Matt Bryant's improbable kick splitting the uprights with a couple of yards to spare.
The Notleys graciously invited us to a excellent meal of ribs, tabbouleh, salad, and broccoli. A fitting end to a day that consumed and enamored the senses.
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