*You may notice that the events and the Family History excursions I’ve recorded for A. D. 2002 tended to take place in the first half of the year. There’s a reason for that. Please don’t expect a lot of detail on the dreadful process of divestiture that we suffered through, that summer and autumn. Combine thirty years of real life with some significantly-untidy pack-rat tendencies, and you get what we got. And what we had to get rid of.
Were the New England leaves beautiful in 2002? Probably, though surely less so, through tears.