2005oct17. It is time for me to compose my yearly “Ode to Autumn,” probably one of the most beloved and talked-about features of this website function. I am moved to poignancy when the trees are suffused with golden hues that are the true meaning of the word “treasureal.” And now. The ode. [SFX: ode preparation]
Remember that summer in NYC
When all the women wore slips?
Yeah, that.