tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post6119049841737763277..comments2024-03-23T20:37:37.891-07:00Comments on First Known When Lost: "Down Autumn Tunnels, Under Yellow Leaves, Long Avenues"Stephen Pentzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-82298664341415512382011-10-05T21:42:53.278-07:002011-10-05T21:42:53.278-07:00Mr. Matarazzo: thank you for stopping by again, an...Mr. Matarazzo: thank you for stopping by again, and for your thoughts about autumn. One of my lasting memories of growing up in Minnesota is the sight and sound and smell of piles of burning leaves -- an activity which has now, in our "modern" age, gone the way of the dodo. I long for the benighted, unregulated days of yesteryear, I'm afraid.<br /><br />Thanks again.Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-48798046828998682002011-10-05T09:29:48.221-07:002011-10-05T09:29:48.221-07:00Those autumn scents that Thomas mentions always fe...Those autumn scents that Thomas mentions always feel so much like a hand on the shoulder to me --like the Earth is trying to remind us that it lives and breathes. Great stuff. I love Stevens.Chris Matarazzohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17885109959459471509noreply@blogger.com