Bubba and his buddies move into their new apartment in a week for what Miriam calls his 'second last year of college'.

It was always interesting visiting their house last year.... Eric, Adam, Bubba, JD and will. The floor usually looking as if it was a aluminum can recycling center and the kitchen sink was, well, very much beyond description.... and sanitary conditions. Of course I remember living in squalid conditions when I was in college, but we at least had a rule about cleaning the bathroom quarterly. The Shame! The wretchedness!

Basically, when his lease ran out last June he decided to just 'live' without an apartment for three months. Homeless by choice, I guess.

He has 'stuff' stashed all over town. His kitchen chairs and table are in my basement along with some boxes of stuff. His futon and more boxes of stuff is stored at his mother's. There are clothes at Jim's and his old couch died a vomit strewn wreck over at Matt's.

This weekend I move him back with his wretched friends.

I always feel a little morose at the end of summer. Labor day was always my favorite holiday. We would always go to my brother-in-laws cottage on the shores of Green Bay.

But Holidays with the kids has pretty much ended. They have too much going on to spend a whole weekend with the old man.

So I plan on some more biking before the weather changes. Taking off friday to get a few things done (and I do virtually no business on a friday before a long weekend, anyways)... Thursday night is the last summer concert at the river.

I think I am getting burned out on the concert scene for the year.

The last concert is, get this, Alice Cooper.

I have never been an Alice fan.

I called up the ex and gave her two of my last tickets.

And there is a Packer game on Thursday night.

I have a couple of stories I'm writing... but have come up with a block, big time.

I just don't want summer to end.