Mornings have felt 40s for air temps. They’ve had the feel and smell of fall – that odd combination of fresh, pinelands fragrances and the far more distant, but discernable odor of industrial smells from as far away as Pittsburgh. I can pick up steel mill smells a mile away – more like 400 miles away.

Back in the day, such fall air indicators would have me scurrying back to Hawaii for warmth – and to resurrect an underwater business I kept splashing around for just such winter escapes.