STORM TRACK: September 30, 1985 (Volume 8 Issue 6)

Good Lord, the leaves are turning! You'd think they'd have the decency to wait until our biological clocks had caught up with summer's end (An old man's carp). Another season, another year. Apples and pumpkins, frost, and snow. Space-ship earth turns again, and we recall our wheres snd our whens -- summer pools and summer camps, cool mountains and crowded beach, lawns to be mowed and cars to be waxed - and, of course, the storms! Turn now from this fall interlude of lengthening shadow and bracing night -- and stretch back your mind to that new and breezy May, just budding with radiant greens and Canadian geese gliding north beneath the cirrus, racing high against the certain blue of a new spring sky. Back to May, as ST resumes its continuing account of Chase '85 and of those few who lived their dreams -- and all the rest who acquired philosophy (and must dream on and on ...).