Tearing paperbacks and raiding raccoons

… this may be a traumatic read for authors of pulp-fiction

Fall is the most beautiful time of the year in New England. Every year in October I drive up to Maine and then through to New Hampshire, my camera fully charged, leaf-peeping (I give my favorite places to stay at the end of this). There were years when I thought I would faint at the beauty of shimmering gold, glowing magenta, and the vivid vermilion lea…