The fall is quickly approaching. My mind drifts back to my grade school. Soon kids will be carrying back packs and cell phones, dressed in pajamas and slippers. We didn't have backpacks. We had Pencil cases. Our books -Jack, Jane and spot- were cradled in our arms and our lunch came in a brown paper bag. However, some kids had designer cartoon or superhero lunchboxes. I seem to recall I had one. Mine was red and back checkered. My attire most likely would have been a plaid shirt, tan corduroy pants and sneakers. But there's something else I am remembering today. Grasshoppers. Saint Jules is closed now and will probably be torn down. And the addition my grandfather built will be rubble. But I'm thinking about the path and the high grass that grew beside it. It went from Westminster to Norman Road and it was a breading ground for grasshoppers. Hop to it It takes skill to catch a grasshopper: Some hopped and some flew. You couldn't call yourself a grassho...