“There's an energy to these autumn nights that touches something primal inside of me. Something from long ago. From my childhood in Western Iowa. I think of high school football games and the stadium lights blazing down on the players. I smell ripening apples. I feel the wind in my face as I ride in the bed of an old pickup truck down a country road at night, dust swirling red in the taillights an…
August 20, 2026
