I think I first smelled Fall in the air three weeks ago. We were experiencing a week of unseasonably cool weather for Nebraska in August and I remember walking out the back door of the YNT (that would be the newspaper that I work at) and stopping in the middle of the parking lot and just taking in a deep breath. There it was. Fall. It was in the air. That cold, crisp smell tinged with a bit of smoke. The smoke was surely the result of someone grilling steaks for a summer cookout but I decided to pretend it was someone in the neighborhood firing up their fireplace.