Well, Labor Day has come and gone, the unofficial end of summer – even though we’re having record highs just a few days before fall begins in Tennessee – but it’s still time fold up the beach blankets, put away the charcoal grill and stick the magnetic football schedule to the side of the refrigerator.

I come from a long line of people who made a living by the sweat of their brows and the labor of their hands. Hands that could handle a plow or a crosscut saw, break an ornery mule or hold an infant baby.