October, the greatest of months, is here again. The Queen Ann's lace, chicory flowers, and ironweed are fading away. Goldenrod is still in all its glory. Hallowe'en, that greatest of holidays, is fast approaching. I have started to read yet again Mr. Bradbury's "The Halloween Tree," and am lost in delight in it all over again. You have seen many Hallowe'ens, sir, and you have made the holiday for me with your writing genius. Thank you once again for describing All Hallow's Eve as we all wish we could--