Memories in Autumn
ALAN writes:
Because I have zero interest in the Folderol of modern anti-culture, may I write about something completely different?
In the same park where I sat surrounded by a sea of green last summer, I now walk throughout a canvas of colors that are brilliant even on cloudy days. (See beautiful photos of the park here.) When I walk in the park on such days and in the chill of autumn air, I find myself remembering the words “All the leaves are brown, and the sky is gray….”, and the autumn and winter of 1965 become alive in my memory. (more…)



