There she is, gang; the last rose of summer. Remember when this rose bush outside my kitchen door was bursting with more roses than we could count? Here's hoping we'll see another summer full of roses in 2011. In some ways, it was the best summer ever, while it lasted. Now here comes fall, where everything dies, right? But that's the rhythm of life. I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to try my damnedest to stay starry-eyed in spite of everything.  See ya in the funny papers, amigos.