College football returned Saturday night. I put aside reading the second volume of the Life of Marlboro in an attempt to find solace in the SEC. For most of my life, the arrival of football announced the blessed return of cooler weather and excitement. It was time shared with family.
The family part is gone. My dad passed away in 1994 and my mom just about a week before Alabama’s BCS Championship victory over LSU. My son has autism, so has little interest in the sport. He may tolerate it on the television, but decidedly, it is not important.