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It was a dark and stormy night in mid October in Boone, North Carolina. I was late for a gumbo dinner that my co-editor was hosting at his house in honor of a visit to the area by Barbara Walthall, the managing editor for PS. Wind gusts exceeding 50 mph were forecast, and rain was coming down in sheets. I wasn’t quite sure the mountainside wouldn’t wash down on me before I got to Phillip’s house. “Too bad for Barbara,” I thought, “she missed the fall colors by just one day.”
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