Once again today we’ve had to endure the rustling cornstalks in a cool breeze, an absolutely cloudless blue sky, a vast and distinctly perceptible horizon, diminished commercial traffic, barely traveled roadways, accommodating drivers, honking geese upon the rippled river, and the soothing burden of fresh, dry air. By all accounts this immeasurable weather is forecast to continue for the next week. This is truly the most favourable recollection I have of a so-called “Indian Summer”, a pleasantness which I particularly recall from my youth.