On the train to Philadelphia to visit one of my two very best friends in the world and my dear sister-in-law, and to celebrate the opening of my friend Joey Campanaro’s new restaurant there, The Village Belle. (You might know him from the Little Owl in the West Village.) It’s going to be a great night, but right now I feel a little like I’m in a Fellini film. The conductor has a long monk beard and looks just like my friend Andrew, the lady next to me has been wearing giant Gucci sunglasses the whole time and whispering while the fall foliage we glide through is spectacular.
We’re here!

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Your Time Is Gonna Come (Tomorrow)

 There comes a time in every good apple’s life when you wake up and realize it’s your last day in the fruit bowl.  There’s something bigger you were meant to do.  That something is getting cooked and mashed and jarred into the most delicious applesauce ever, and that something is happening tomorrow.  I’ll show you how very, very easy it is to preserve the best tastes of autumn for the whole rest of the year.  See you on the stove, my pretties!

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It Happens But Twice a Year, But It Always Makes Me Melancholy

So maybe my friend, Phil, used a different turn of phrase than “jumbled,” but as I switch from summer to fall, not just in terms of clothes but mindset, too, it describes things pretty perfectly.  I mean, how are there wire ones in there?  That’s a good (albeit embarrassing) reminder to get things in order!

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