Most of Virginia did well until August. Then, the hurricane, a wet fall and lackluster foliage, and visitation dropped.

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?

We should wait six-seven months. Maybe, upon spring's arrival, our love would blossom. As of now, dry-lifeless-forlorn, it resembles the fall foliage. Beautiful, nonetheless!
#BeyondAutumn

(Regarding his prayers to keep Hurricane Gloria away from Virginia Beach) It was 'extremely important because I felt that if I couldn't move a hurricane, I could hardly move a nation

If you've got to have a hurricane, this is the kind of hurricane you want to have.

Or August, or October, or whenever they begin.