Editorial: September Song

SEPTEMBER is a-comin'! This month not so many years ago was a symbol of the year's dying to me. It meant the beginning of darkness and cold and shattered days made worse by the earth's settling in for the dreary days of winter, winter which brought with it the predictable holidays with their predictable disasters. (Those in the latter years--while all through my youth it used to be the month of rebellion, the return to school and duty and unfinished tasks.)