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Originally written for organ or harpsichord, the continuo of the four concertos was performed by renowned Boston keyboardist John Gibbons. Opting to play the harpsichord only for the silvery depictions of drunkenness, frantic hunts and feasting of the F major Autumn concerto, Mr. Gibbons adroitly adapted an organ set at modern pitch to the other three seasons' orchestrations. He generously restrained his playing and rightly gave center-stage glory to the spellbinding pied piper figure of Ms. Robison...
...cries when Lori slips outside to sit on the porch steps and have a cigarette and a glass of Tang. She won't smoke in front of him, but this is what counts as her down time, and it's a soft, cool, edge-of-autumn night full of wishing stars. The 1986 Ford Country Squire station wagon, gray-green with faux wood paneling, sits in the driveway. She bought it when she was pregnant. Some people build bookcases or drop $250 on a souped-up stroller. But this is the way a car girl nests. "I don't care...
...flyer advertising the event called the festival a celebration of the "moon, Autumn and the harvest" and invited Dunsterites to bring drums, bells and whistles to play at the event, celebrated in a sukkah, a traditional hut-like structure created for the Jewish harvest festival...
This is not a good time for Russia to be without a leader. There is a continuing feeling that the country has not yet turned the corner: as an in-house briefing document for the political leadership recently warned, "Russia faces a difficult autumn and winter." Discontent with the government's failure to pay back wages grows. Last week defense workers picketed in Moscow to demand months of back pay and did so with the blessing of Defense Minister Igor Rodionov...
...largest industry here is apple picking; in the autumn, the town's nine major orchards--its largest employers--draw busloads of tourists eager to pluck Macintosh and Granny apples from the ripe trees...