When I drove into town this morning, I was in the school bus traffic and had a huge wave of nostalgia for this bygone phase of my life. I always waited with Adam for the bus this last year and would look north up Farm to Market for the lights of the bus. In the late fall and winter hours, it was often just barely light. Depositing and delivering a child onto a school bus meant several free hours...it also meant your child was still something of a child. That era is past for me now.

Later I went birding and got totally lost on gravel roads east and north of Grand Haven, but the trees were in spectacular color with dozens of variations on red, orange and yellow and green. Even in the muted cloudy near dusk light, the trees were rich and utterly lovely.

And, no, there was no wine at the 45th college reunion.