Country roads, take me home...

When I was 24, my brain still about the size of a pea, I left a good teaching job in Moorefield, WV, for the wild west. John Denver had just come out with his song "Country Roads" so with that tune playing on the radio, I drove away from West Virginia for my adventure in Denver, Colorado.

This memory has to do with fall in WV for two reasons: as an alumna, I watch or listen to WVU football, singing along with the fans as they joyfully and boisterously sing "Country Roads" after a winning game.

(fortunately for us, we've won the first four games this season so I've been singing and remembering that drive out west a lot.)

Denver turned out to be more of a misadventure than a grand experience, and it took me five long years before I was able to return to the east coast and even longer to get back to WV. One of my disappointments was the lack of color in the fall leaves; at least where I traveled, the colors of fall were the yellow and green of the aspen and pines. Beautiful but where were the reds, rust, and oranges?!