“Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.”—Joe from Nora Ephron’s “You’ve Got Mail” I HAVE NEVER FORGOTTEN THIS QUOTE, AND I SAW THE MOVIE 25 YEARS AGO. Now that’s good dialogue.
I don’t live in New York, for better or worse, and I don’t necessarily need a “bouquet of just-sharpened pencils” as I do most of my writing now on a keyboard; but I do well recall and relate to the anticipation, the frisson of a new school year—and a new season, especially fall. Fall, with its fresh palette of golds, deep reds, burnt oranges, charcoal grays, and vibrant grapes; its lingering dahlias; the welcome…