Monday, October 1, 2001
Ahhhh. It’s October, my favorite month of the year. October’s neither too sentimental like September, nor as brutal as November. October keeps you alive with its chilly breath, but rarely presents any nasty days. You’ll have to excuse my verbiage tonight. I re-read Ray Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine tonight, published in this month’s Gourmet magazine. It’s such an amazing work. Even Grandma, when snow was whirling […]