The Crucible of Fall
Halfway through the worst bottleneck of the year. Hang on.
In L.A., you can always tell winter is coming when the homeless lunatics start wearing pants.
I have called this part of the year my “Crucible” ever since the kids were in elementary school. Fall is the squid game I am forced to survive if I want to make it to Christmas. While everyone else is out there in tasteful earth tones, Instagramming pumpkin patches, and baking pie, I’m packing a Go bag.
