Most people consider Labor Day weekend as marking the end of Summer. The event that I somberly celebrate is much more personal.
The temperature is a pleasant 83 F. The winds are mild and there be not a cloud in the skies.
Today is the perfect day to celebrate one last time my favorite Summer ritual. I stopped at a local convenience store to purchase some liquid refreshment. Rode to my favorite picnic table nestled among the trees at a nearby park.