Every now and again this column has to go through the editorial ceiling. This is the week. I’m royally riled about everything from global warming misreads to being kept from buggying Holgate for all of September. That warned, I want to begin with a shot of thanks.

CROSSERS ROCK: It’s sorta spooky to see how the last upper-level sands are draining out of the summer egg timer. In fact, meteorological summer ends on Sept. 1. The Weather Service equates summer as running between June 1 and Sept. 1.