The Mountains Are Calling

This was in the neighborhood of Second Avenue and Delaware in Albany NY within the latter Forties, when as little children we ventured out into the chill October evening to wander by way of the leafpile smoke that misted the streetlights and the roving hordes of ghosts, skeletons, witches, monsters, cowboys, indians, pirates and all else that new minds could provide you with, ourselves additionally dressed as members of the spirited mob, every carrying a giant paper buying bag that gained heft as we went from door to door ringing the bells for treats or else tricks with our cleaning soap and candles, toilet paper and other even worse stuff- seldom used, however not never. The volume outdoors goes up again, and we are compelled to video the view from the lounge – the path around the house changing into a cascade now. Most importantly, it’s a must to empty …