Sangamon Digest

Tuesday morning in Springfield starts the way a good October morning should: forty-eight degrees, a windshield wearing a fine coat of dew, and a forecast that promises to hand back a T-shirt afternoon by lunch. The sweatshirt is on loan today, not on contract.

It’s a day for openers. The Blackhawks finally get their own building back tonight, the Fire squeeze in a makeup match at Soldier Field, and somewhere a Sox fan is refreshing a ticket app with the energy usually reserved for checking whether the oven is off. Down here, the liveliest scoreboards might be the ones at school board meetings and on the ballot.

So here’s to dewy mornings, sunny forecasts that actually mean it, and one more round of Capital Word before the commute. Springfield doesn’t need a parade for a Tuesday. It just needs clear skies, a decent travel mug, and maybe a pumpkin on the porch a little earlier than planned.

Original whimsical commentary for entertainment — not news reporting, and invents no factual events.