October

                                                    
This is a glorious day.  It made me think of a day in October, 1953.  It was just a day like this in the Quad-cities.  There wasn't many nice fall days in the north.  That day I walked from 11th st. down to Slivkans, where I worked.  The weather was warm and the sun was shining and the leaves were drifting down, red and gold and I was young.