August is my favorite month of the year. It’s my guess that a lot of people don’t necessarily have a favorite month. Season, maybe. Holiday, surely. But, if they do choose to honor one of the twelve pages of the calendar for some reason, they probably do not choose a span of insignificant days. Maybe they choose their birth month or a period that includes some special event. However, for me, it is different. It boils down to the fact that August, more than any other month, fits the emotional bill for having that slightly sad, extremely joyful…