Another warm day, perfect for iceboat trailer refinements and other pre-Xmas activity.

Neighbor across the street has spent the past two evenings grinding up the thick carpet of leaves dropped by his old, front-yard silver maple. While this neighbor only comes out at dusk, he seems to have pretty well completed the job, which means his leaves will no longer be our leaves. This is quite different from the year when, on a very windy day, he used his rake to fling piles high into the scattering breeze.

But, hey, we live in a neighborhood and that means neighbors.