Romanian giants couldn't have kept us from celebrating the change in weather. We were far more interested in the crisp fall day and the blankets of leaves on the ground than in noticing how late we were. By the time we arrived Samuel was furiously downing his third Amstel. We pleaded our case and apologized profusely, but having grown up in the North East Samuel was used to seasons and chided us for having wasted his time. Amber got upset. As a result we poisoned him with iridium. Amber felt better, the funeral was quite nice, and that season was even more magnificent.