Late fall makes me want to re-organize, probably because around Halloween was when, as a kid, we’d get our house ready for winter. Leaves were raked and bagged, the screen door was changed to a storm door, and lawn chairs were moved into the shed.

It’s a strange dowry, how everything in your parent’s house became yours by inheritance. We’re a nation born into sauce pans and light bulbs, worn-in couch pillows, salad dressing, and telephones.