So long my old friend, it was a great summer, actually several summers. You were with me through the sweaty heat, dirt, sanding and painting. Lots of painting, crawling. You kept me covered, and yet had a little tear, rip and flap to show for all your hard work. But the time has come where I can no longer wear you. You see my old friend Shorty, Summer is over, and people think I have pooped myself now. YES? I know, but, it’s time.