Several decades ago, I realized that strange things seemed to happen to me in the fall of the year. I seemed to lose my good sense, became more emotional and spastic. I wanted to try too many new things, and my judgement became even worse than it usually was. I called that combination of unusual excitement and blind stupidity the autumn surge. I have done some impulsive things at different time of my life during that surge, but perhaps the most bizarre was to become a door to door fuller brush