I t's October.
Summer is gone and fall has begun.
The chrysanthemums are blooming in the garden with a few roses that are unmindful that their time has passed. There are leaves to rake up every weekend. Summer has nearly turned full face to autumn and autumn will turn to winter and winter to spring. As my parents' generation remembers Pearl Harbor, we have the World Trade Center to remember, forever. The images of that day are burned on our consciousness as a nation and we shall never forget them.