Fall is here. I know because “Jingle Bell Rock” has already crept onto a radio playlist or two. I’m not a fan of the season. It could be Christmas anxiety. Or maybe the persistence of fond summer memories, like being named most improved camper (though winning the title two years in a row did take the bloom off that rose). But this fall is rich with promise.
Dzhokhar Tsarnaev returns to court later in September. In November, Whitey Bulger will be sentenced to die in prison, after which, his capable, purple-toenailed attorney will probably repeat what he said on conviction day, that his client is “pleased.”