This season reminds me of a stroll I took, years ago, along 11th Ave in Manhattan.

The street was fairly empty, but there was a couple heading toward me about a block away. Just before our paths crossed, a man stepped out from an apartment building. He was conservatively attired in a suit, and his face was painted green.

The couple looked at the man and I overheard the woman say, in an accented English, “Oh, it must be Halloween.”

“No, I thought, just a typically, atypical summer’s day in New York City.”