Hope

 Opening Sunday of the NFL.  The Bears have a new quarterback.  Anything is possible.  The Bear wear is blossoming in my lobby, garage and at the supermarket.  The TV coverage is on, and it’s hours before the game starts.

For the first time since 2006, an American man is playing in the US Open Tennis finals.

The end of the disastrous White Sox season is mercifully only weeks away.  The Cubs haven't scored a run in days. So, if we didn’t give up weeks ago, we can finally turn our attention away.

This is what hope feels like on this beautiful Sunday morning.

My Labor Day

 Here are the workers I salute today.  The ones that keep my very fortunate life going.  Or add something special to my day.

The guys who know I go out early so have my car waiting

The ones I can call on when I have no idea why it happened or how to fix it.  The ones who greet me with a big smile across the counter.  

The marvelous creative authors, actors, musicians, athletes, and those that support them. You make life surprising and always interesting. 

Workers of my world:  Thank you!