Every October, I remember that Chris Taylor exists. I’m not saying that he disappears the other 11 months of the year … I feel sure that he doesn’t because there are numbers on the back of his baseball card rather than a blank white space with “See you in October” scribbled on it.
But, being honest, I just never think about him outside of October, much like I never think about miniature Kit Kat bars outside of October. When October comes around, those little Kit Kats are everywhere, and they’re delicious, and I think, “Wow, I forgot how great these are.”
And then the calendar turns to November, and mini-Kit Kats disappear from my mind.
And so it goes with Chris Taylor.