In my 53 years of life, I’ve only ever experienced 25 fall seasons. Due to acute hay fever as a child, most of those autumns were times of misery. Starting in July, I would go to my friendly allergist twice a week to get injections and have my sinuses drained. Dr. Dittenfass was the allergist’s name and he tried his best to be gentle and caring. But I could just never warm to someone coming at me to stick sharp metal rods up my nose.
What I remember about autumn back east is not being able to breathe. I remember