Though temperatures haven't cooled and leaves aren't falling, fall is in the air. I can tell.<br /><br />Some of my richest memories live in the autumn months. I was born in the late fall - that was a pretty good memory, I'd say. My little sister was born two weeks after my fifth birthday, and I think she's pretty good, too. I learned to drive when the leaves were turning; I fell in love for the first time after a Friday night high school football game; I ran away with Aaron to get married in a gazebo in the middle of my next-to-last fall in college:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SLBKs53mWRI/AAAAAAAAAWA/rqQuTJ4p0J0/s1600-h/aarongazebo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SLBKs53mWRI/AAAAAAAAAWA/rqQuTJ4p0J0/s400/aarongazebo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237768501940607250" border="0" /></a>Well, that's the gazebo, and there's Aaron. Thing is, this picture was taken on our first anniversary, and I'm not in it because I'm taking the photo. We ran away to get married, remember? And then we went to the movies and saw Team America.<br /><br />Hey, I had midterms the following week, okay?<br /><br />I also found out in the falltime that our little baby would be a bouncing boy:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SLBMn93CJzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1PvbeF9GSxI/s1600-h/Manhood.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SLBMn93CJzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1PvbeF9GSxI/s400/Manhood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237770616135886642" border="0" /></a>I fully expect him to put my hand in warm water while I'm sleeping when he finds out about this.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SLBOHM6qiuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/5OYp9JC_uyo/s1600-h/DSC02068.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SLBOHM6qiuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/5OYp9JC_uyo/s400/DSC02068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237772252265220834" border="0" /></a>There. That's better.<br /><br />All of this to say, what's your favorite thing to do around town during this time of year?<br /><br />I've gotta admit, my absolute, No. 1 favorite thing to do in the fall is to go to my high school's football games and watch the marching band. Or maybe I'd rather go to the fair. Or maybe I'd rather eat chili. Or maybe I'd rather do the Tulsa Run. Or maybe I'd rather flit through pumpkin patches. Or maybe I'd rather go on a hayride.<br /><br />Or maybe I can't pick a favorite. I should just accept that and move on. And eat more sausage pancakes.<br /><br />You're pulling your sweaters down from the attic (okay, maybe you don't have that on your calendar until late October...work with me here), you're putting the boy who rakes your leaves on speed dial, and your kids are hiding their homework from you again. We're coming up on falltime - what's your favorite thing to do around Tulsa at this time of year?