Fall or autumn has officially entered my heart. I will get out more and willfully take cold air into my lungs. Being born in the fall has its benefits for a person like me. Everything I like happens at this time. Leaves turning gold and red, rustling, all around. Noise underfoot, my field jacket from Lands End, drinking coffee on the veranda in the remnants of the evening. I am not much of a Halloween fan, but the grandkids are and they will run from door to door to get the goodies, they will only partially eat. It is the hunt that is important not the goody you get. Then the long haul to Thanksgiving and finally that weekend something will end fall for me. It used to be Marshall Fields (boy do I miss that place) holiday specials but now I must rely on the St. Charles Electric Light Parade.