I just noticed that my watch said today is the 31st. After I fixed it, I realized that this is October.

I have the last few chapters of “Rifleman Dodd” by C.S. Forester to finish on the bus, and then it is nothing but Bradbury for the rest of the month.

I will be fiddling with the website to upgrade it to a WordPress MU so that I can have sub-blogs. Right now there are 4 separate blogs here and I will upgrade that to one blog with 4 sub-blogs. Then I will convert the old review pages to a blog and continue blogging what I read.

I found an iPod Nano today in the gutter under two inches of water while walking from the bus. I am hoping that it will work when it dries out. My old Nano died about a year ago. I have a dozen Bradbury books on MP3 files that I will put on the Nano if it works.

First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys. Not that all months aren’t rare. But there be bad and good, as the pirates say. Take September, a bad month: school begins. Consider August, a good month: school hasn’t begun yet. July, well, July’s really fine: there’s no chance in the world for school. June, no doubting it, June’s best of all, for the school doors spring wide and September’s a billion years away.
But you take October, now. School’s been on a month and you’re riding easier in the reins, jogging along. You got time to think of the garbage you’ll dump on old man Prickett’s porch, or the hairy-ape costume you’ll wear to the YMCA the last night of the month. And if it’s around October twentieth and everything smoky-smelling and the sky orange and ash gray at twilight, it seems Halloween will never come in a fall of broomsticks and a soft flap of bedsheets around corners.