Oh, the coming wind...

"There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October."
- Nathaniel Hawthorne



Poke your head out the window. Exhale completely. Now, close your mouth, open the nostrils, and take it in as much as you can. Autumn has arrived. Leaves, they're a-changin'. College and pro football are on Monday, Wednesday, Thursday... well, they're on a lot. The Sox are once again in the playoffs. I can't get enough of fall sports

I've been doing pretty well at my "real" job recently, and considering it's the first day of the month, I took it upon myself to grab an extended lunch. I customarily tap the biometric time clock before I leave the building (as the powers highly suggest), but I knew before I left my desk that the 60 minute lunch limitation didn't apply to me, so I looked over my left shoulder, then my right, and darted for the door.

I walked slowly and without purpose to the bank, making certain to greet everyone along the way. I got myself a haircut from my favorite greek barber, Nick, and graciously overtipped him for his artistry contributing to my $11 haircut.

(ASIDE: Nick, I love bay rum. We all love bay rum. It makes us feel clean and in control of our appearance. But when I get my hair cut at 12:45 and at 7, my friend Jeremiah asks me if I just got my hair cut by Nick, the Bay Rum barber, well, it's a sure sign that a little dab'll do ya. We cool?)

OK, this is where autumn kicked in. There's a place here in Dirty Dover called Harvey's. It's rather nondescript, except for its longevity and its self-proclamation that they carry the world's greatest pork pie. With that said, I had their pork pie this past weekend, and it's absolutely phenomenal. Judy Moreau phenomenal? Not quite, but very, very good, nonetheless. But Harvey's is what autumn is all about. The New England chill of October takes a backseat as you sit there, engulfed in a turkey and rice soup and a Boston Globe. And that's what I did today. I wish it was a little bit colder, but there's only so much I can control.

That's what Harvey's does. It makes you wish the outdoors were colder so you'd feel that much warmer within its confines. How many times have you said "you know, it's pretty decent out here, but I wish it were a little more uncomfortable"? My two hour lunch turned my day from "ho-hum" to "downright giddy". Harvey's will do that, too.