Autumn is here. The evening air is cool, fragrant and inviting, and it reminds me of those October walks that I took with Dad when I was just a kid.
Dad was an outdoorsman, and October marked the passage between the summer’s fishing trips and November’s hunting outings. Sometimes after dinner, he would walk the mile or so from our house to a pair of sporting goods stores—Mages and Klein’s, right across the street from each other on Harlem, a block or so north of Grand Avenue.