Ahh yes. Fall. The warmth of a fireplace, hot apple cider, sweaters, and huge piles of pretty leaves.
I especially appreciate the nicely formed mounds you folks in the Laurelhurst neighborhood make year after year. Raked and constructed onto the street usually on a Sunday, marking another productive weekend.

Later that night or earlier that Monday, I'm the guy that drives through and knocks down as many heaps as I can.
Last year I discovered with my windows rolled down, I can hear some of you yelling at me.

Now that I'm not laughing hysterically, I must freely admit that it is your yelling that keeps me coming back. Keep it up!