Labor Day has a way of sliding in right when August feels like it’s going to last forever—the official punctuation mark on summer and the breathless opening bell for fall. Even down here in Texas, where the mercury stubbornly flirts with the triple digits long after the calendar gives up, you can feel the shift. The evenings catch the ghost of a breeze, and everyone starts pretending they need hoodies.
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