Since the hurricane, we're actually doing very good here. There was (no revenue) in September. But October, November, December and January have surprised everyone, and revenues are fantastic.

There was in September. But October, November, December and January have surprised everyone, and revenues are fantastic. That's despite the fact that three riverboats are closed.

The last dying days of summer, fall coming on fast. A cold night, the first of the season, a change from the usual bland Maryland climate. Cold, thought the boy; his mind felt numb. The trees he could see through his bedroom window were tall charcoal sticks, shivering, afraid of the wind or only trying to stand against it. Every tree was alone out there. The animals were alone, each in its hole, in its thin fur, and anything that got hit on the road tonight would die alone. Before morning, he thought, its blood would freeze in the cracks of the asphalt.

We really could have a very tight squeeze in October or November because we have no padding.

I have no idea where he is or what he's doing or if he's coming in September or October or November, who knows? ... I don't know what to expect. If the kid really wanted to be here, he'd be here. I'm upset with the whole thing.

September is the new October,