Apple-pickin’ fools.

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We had beautiful weather last weekend, so Andy and I decided to head north, and pick apples. I think it’s worth noting that this activity is much more charming when A) it’s not 80 degrees; B) I’m not wearing black and exposed to direct sunlight. Nonetheless, we got lots of good apples, enjoyed the time together, and supported a farm that employs some of the families served by my agency. All in all, not a bad weekend in New York.

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Ablaze.

This is one of the things I live for all year. Sure, it may signify the end of summer (and the impending winter), but there’s no denying that it’s one hell of a last call.