It’s offi­cial­ly fall in North­ern Indi­ana. Our warm sum­mer nights have tran­si­tioned into crisp cool days. The leaves have lost their vibrant greens and tak­en on a myr­i­ad of amber, gold­en and crim­son hues. A few remain, cling­ing to trees, but most are blan­ket­ing the ground where they’ve fall­en, just wait­ing for an eager child to rake them into piles for jumping. And right down the street, in a shop...