Wasn't the Fourth of July just yesterday, or perhaps the day before? Can it already be time to be dreaming of that special fishing spot and a prize catch in the bass and bluefish derby? The answer is in the turning pages of the calendar, in a month whose very name has a leisurely cadence we scarcely would have had time for in August. Oh, September. To our friends now departing, we regret to say that you are missing the most beautiful month of the year.