
In high school I ran many miles past corn fields. The number of stars you can see on an early morning run in the middle of nowhere is amazing. And lots of them fall!

Before I left Michigan we had a corn roast. If you have never had sweet corn straight from the stalk, roasted over a fire, oh my, you are missing out!

I managed to roast a Big Frank veggie hot dog as well. Mmmmm Mmmm good!

There was talk of driving Grandma down to the roasting-site, but she was having none of it.
Why would you drive me when I have two legs and can walk?! Nobody came up with a good answer for this, so we hiked down to the fire pit.