The Boise Lisk kids are home from a month of navigating the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon full of tales of the "big water" and tons of pictures imaging a grandeur that most of us will never see in a lifetime.  The dogs were so excited about their return that their tails wagged them.  Wyatt, all geared up in football pads, turned to see his Dad walk across the field, smiled and played his heart out....a victory that left me hoarse from yelling.  It was one of those games that Wyatt's team came from behind in an early 14 point lead to win it by 31-20.  I stood on the sidelines, pacing up and down with Kevin's Grandma.  Wyatt and Kevin have been buddy's since kindergarten when I used to volunteer in their classroom.  The two Grandmas's reminisced about the little darlin's when they were little darlin's...but now, have turned into giant man/child, milk drinking six foot sixteen-year-olds with a hollow leg.   Nothing is quite as fallish, as a rousing football game in the autumn sunshine when all the leaves are brilliant, the air is crisp, and the kids are home.