The young lady next door, whom I've watched grow up from age two, is going off to college this week. I'm getting a lump in my throat just thinking about it. That is the bittersweet nature of August. In the words of John Steinbeck, 'What good is the warmth of summer without the cold of winter to give it sweetness?" This week's listicle is loosely framed by August. Don't miss the last one on the list. It's my fave.