The products, often with inane and sometimes labored (if existent at all) connections to the harvest season, start showing up on store shelves in the moments following the end of the Labor Day weekend. They multiply like hobgoblins in the days and weeks that follow until it's impossible to look away and even if you could, you would fail.
The most awful product tie-in I've ever seen was a billboard on I-84 heading west from Waterbury, Connecticut, promising "Pumpkin Spice Gluten-Free Steel." You've got to pick up every stitch.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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