Editor’s Note

"Time stood still, and the seasons changed. Everything became new again.”

Soup holds a special place at the table in New Hampshire.

As this issue goes to press, store shelves are in full Halloween mode. That means displays at grocery stores are piled high with boxes of Count Chocula, Franken Berry, Boo Berry and Carmella Creeper.

It’s hard to conjure images of fall foliage, brisk temperatures and shorter days when we’re still winding down the summer.

I’m not a jealous person. I can’t think of a single human with whom I would want to trade places. I learned that lesson many years ago.

Here are some of our favorite memories from days just gone by

I have a deep, dark secret... Never once have I seen a moose

This year’s Best of NH Party marked my first anniversary as editor of New Hampshire Magazine.

Dads my age all share a common fear: becoming that sorry dude in the Harry Chapin song

Even at 85, my mom still surprises me. She and my stepfather live in Florida, but they’re still pining for spring to arrive. Last year, for the first time in her life, my mom became a baseball fan. Sorry, Red…