“Oh it’s a long long while from May to December,

But the days grow short when you reach September.

When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame

And you ain’t got time for the waiting game.”

Maxwell Anderson

September is sometimes called the most dangerous month here in the Lowcountry of South Carolina. It is the month when we feel most vulnerable to great storms that every so often boil up out of the sea to destroy nearly everything that lies in their path.

If it is the most dangerous month, though, it is also in many ways the most glorious one. After the long hot summer, we begin to sense a delicious coolness in the early morning air. Not every morning, of course, but often enough to take it as a harbinger of what soon will come.

In September, Orion, that noblest of constellations, slowly takes his place in the pre-dawn sky.

Yellow school buses follow their daily routes picking up children, who already have been combed and brushed and hurried on their way.

September is the month, too, when Congress, after a long vacation, goes back to work, or whatever they call what Congress does in this era of partisan bickering and non-achievement on Capitol Hill.

Can’t you just imagine what our first president would say about the political theater acted out in the city that bears his name?

What would he say about the nation’s costly, deadly foreign entanglements he warned against? Or the tens of thousands of special interest wish lists written into law?

Or the vast and growing tax code and the incomprehensible regulations that govern every aspect of life ?

What would he say about the transformation of the magnificent ship of state he helped launch, turned into the leaky rust-bucket it has become?

It is indeed a long, long time from May to December. It’s an even longer time until American voters will have an opportunity to change course.

In the meantime, let’s enjoy the September weather while we can.