The Slice: It might come down to fall TV

With the Labor Day Weekend looming on the near horizon, this seems like the perfect time to settle something, once and for all.

Which is better in Spokane: Summer or fall?

Opinions vary. But here are a few considerations to help frame your thinking.

Summer is when many of us go camping. (Sleeping with bears.)

Fall is when you get to wear your favorite sweatshirt. (Sweater, too.)

Summer means jumping in the lake. (With air temperatures rivaling the surface of the planet Mercury, the water is not necessarily, as the Stones said, cold, cold, cold.)

Fall means six weeks of Halloween overkill. (I was working in the lab, late one night.)

Summer is when Calvin of “Calvin and Hobbes” said “The days are just packed.” (Maybe that’s why the sunlight lasts so long.)

Fall means blocked punts. (BP could be a good band name.)

Summer means skimpy attire. (“We were barely 17 and we were barely dressed.”)

Fall means fattening up for winter. (Before we den up.)

Summer means road trips. (Are we there yet?)

Fall means raking leaves. (Or waiting for a big wind to blow them into your neighbor’s yard.)

Summer is ice cream and floats. (Another scoop, please.)

Fall means fruit pies. (Not to be confused with fruit flies.)

Summer is sunglasses and convertibles. (Are you diggin’ me?)

Fall is pumpkin carving. (Seeds are not technically “guts.”)

Summer is cooking out. (Those burgers are burned.)

Fall is the gateway to winter. (Maybe this is a good place to stop.)

Today’s Slice question: What is the most you have been asked for your date of birth in one day?