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Wednesday, September 22, 2004


I don't want to go nuts on the Houston bashing in one week, but I don't quite get this article.
Few things are sadder, leaf lovers may tell you, than fall in Houston, a city where, if you talk about the four seasons, people think you mean a hotel.

Step outside and the temperature's a crisp 90 degrees. Scan the trees for a hint of autumnal hue and you'll find green, green and still more relentless, eternal, wearying green. It's a feast for a leafhopper perhaps, but a fate guaranteed to break a leaf-peeper's heart.
So Houston doesn't have a wide array of fall foliage. It doesn't have snow, earthquakes, mudslides or Eskimo riots, either. Houston's pro/con columns may be pretty balanced (then again, they may not be) but how pointless is it to point out the lack of fall colors in the sub-tropics?

Does Allan Turner lament the lack of snowmen in Panama, too?



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