Autumn’s here, it’s time to cry

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We’re well into autumn, the season of changing colours, cooling temperatures, and the beginning of the rain.  A less often discussed sign of fall, at least in Kits, is the maelstrom of projectiles falling from the trees overhead.  Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m talking about chestnuts and the spiky balls of death they come in.  With the amount of time I spend walking the pooch under these potential instruments of mayhem, coupled with my sad propensity to be struck by unpleasantness from above, I am shocked that I have yet to be hit.  They are constantly falling all around me, and still I remain unscathed.  How long can this good fortune statistically last?   

Last modified: December 10, 2008

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