"Seriously?" I said to myself, to my wife, to the ether. I stopped our neighborhood stroll, needing reconciliation. "What?" Keti asked, tone dripping with insinuation. What's this about to be? We need to cook dinner. "Look," I pointed at a neighbor's porch. Barely visible, through the leaves of a verdant maple, was a pumpkin. A … Continue reading Newsletter #119: I Loathe Pumpkins in August
