This was a big one, gang. I was the same age as Jacob Wetterling when he disappeared (as were many of you). It still stings, though we knew how this was ending years ago.

I hope it begins better than the first. Due to the epically long storm, I had to take the Milkmaid to the transit station at 6:30, and my daughters' buses arrive at 7:30 and 9:06. All of that happened before work at 9:30. This could be a long few years with them in different schools.

Summer is over, minor league seasons are over, back to school.

There aren't many things better in Twinsland than putting a beating on the ChiSox. Let's do it again.

Search For Tomorrow debuted on this date (today, not today) in 1951

My apartment caught fire a couple of mornings ago. The one above me, to be precise. The girls and I were responding to the fire alarm with some apathy until I smelled smoke and realized it was no drill.

Through this fire, we went to my mom's, which indirectly led to my learning of her issues with her leg, which tied into her inability to drive down to Blue Earth, which I indirectly learned was because she needed to be with my grandmother as she goes under the knife to remove skin cancer and replace it with healthy skin.

This has been a really awful summer.

Maybe all the boyos need is a new picture on the calendar?