"The more you can get yourself in trouble, the better off you are. You want to get in the dutch as deep as you can get in the dutch."

Dear Brooklyn,

It's getting so cool. The temperature is dropping, the air is crisping. The light is turning autumnal. It's almost here.

After staying up almost all night watching Damages, this morning Lyra and I met up with my best friend from middle school, Rae, and drove up Mt. Philo. As a kid, four out of five field trips took us up Mt. Philo. "Mount" is a strong word, but it's a nice little hike with a beautiful view of Charlotte and the lake and the Adirondacks. Not that I can hike, though, so we drove up, and I hobbled through the picnic area and we sat on some rocks (a bluff?) and looked out over the place from which we've come and now to which we've returned. It's beautiful here, and we--me and Lyra and the other Rametses and also Rae--are headed to the right place.

And we hope you'll come visit.