Don’t It Always Seem to Go . . .
Joni Mitchell always did have the poet’s gift of summing up great truths in simple phrases.
Three items to report on this glorious autumn morning (blue sky, a wisp of a breeze from the west, 33 degrees), two of which vindicate my urban walkophile-ness: 1. I couldn't help but notice while I ambled, capless, along my…