Pamela’s House of Pancakes on Brodner Street in downtown Channing had a line out the door and half way down the block. Jay and I agreed to bypass the place, purchasing fruit smoothies at a food truck approximately two blocks away.
The city awakened while we walked to Pumpers. Autumn wind twirled, and crackling leaves blew around our feet. The temperature hung at sixty-eight degrees, and the bright sun warmed our bodies. Soon the snow would fall, and winter would come with a slap of cold. For now, we’d just have to enjoy the comforting chill in the air and a soothing goodbye to summer.
Jay proceeded to tell me all about his previous night with the Boulder Boys:
“It was just the way I like it: lots of drinks, some dancing, wine and cheese. Then our clothes came off, and Robby sucked my d*
