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It's good seeing you again. Your crisp air has injected life into all of us, and I can't wait to stomp on your crunchy leaves. You're never too old to do that, you know!
You're my favorite season. It's not just your colorful foliage. You're all about change—just like President Obama. You pick up where summer left off, reminding us that change is inevitable. It's a formality.
Your homie, summer, had her cool moments. The free concerts and live grooves in the park. The different festivals (African, jazz, art and all the ones involving food). Certain things about your friend never get old, like the beautiful women walking in their resplendence to lunch breaks on Michigan Avenue. Summer held me down with outdoor tennis, good convos with friends on rooftops and all the wine and scotch tastings I could handle. Pitchfork, North Coast and Lollapalooza were live. I even bumped into Dave Chappelle at a Lolla after-party and managed to avoid asking when "Chappelle's Show" is coming back.
But as great as summer was, some things were played out. Most specifically, violent crime. Maybe because you're so cool, you can help quell some of this foolishness? That's why I like you, fall. You are chill. Let's pray the goons chill out too.
And forget about a "cuffing season," fall. No need for corny calendars to define love's arrival. When the time is right, I want it to be natural like you. And as fashionable. When you come around, everyone knows they better have their gear tight. I've got a box of threads with your name on it. Literally. I might have to stock up on some new sweaters, sweatshirts, cardigans, blazers, thermals and hoodies. Hoodie season for the win was our little inside joke. Remember?
I was wondering what you think about me growing out my hair a little. Just like how Brad Pitt and those A-list actor dudes grow out wild beards and make looking scruffy cool. Well, maybe not that extreme, but definitely a mild change from the bald fade. The Even Steven look was cool, but I really want to impress you.
Maybe your arrival will bring some renewed energy to Chicago's sports teams. My White Sox are close to clinching the division title. We could use your good luck for a deep playoff run this October. Wouldn't it be cool if '05 happened over again? I know you've been watching a bunch of football. Perhaps you can talk some sense into Jay Cutler? He thinks he's Brett Favre. Unfortunately, the Cubs still stink. Sorry, no changes there.
In all seriousness, fall, you denote a cool marker in time that helps us find our way. My mentor always taught me to know where you're at so you can get to where you need to be. With you here, that means we are a few steps closer to the next season, which transitions us into a new year. A new you. A new season.
Tell winter I'm not ready yet.
Grant Yanney is a RedEye special contributor.
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