Calendar pages flip over in fast motion as if being blown by a gust of wind, a trick used in old films, to indicate that we are no longer where we were a minute ago. No kidding! I have just regained my bearings from a spring and summer fraught with bad news; fires, floods and death, only to see that the trees in Forest Hills have begun to put on their autumn show. Next thing I know it’ll be the dead of winter and soon a new year on the calendar. It didn’t go so fast when I was younger.