It’s November in Louisiana and the weather is seasonally bipolar- just once I’d like to run through lasalle Park and have the foliage resemble a New England postcard. A true autumn. Seasonal depression should never be diagnosed in the region simply because there are no seasons. Just a roller coaster of fronts with no logical sequence or lines of demarcation. A cold front is entourage- which down here could translate to a balmy day in Boston. But when you regularly experience as many as all four of the seasons in a 24 hr period, anything “normal” is greatly anticipated.