Thursday, October 15, 2009

Rants, Raves and Whys

Good Morning, some rants and raves and whys on life on this fine, cold, frosty morning in the northeast.

Let me start with the whys. Why does the railing on an escalator move slightly faster than the stairs?

Why is gasoline cheaper or more expensive at stations that are no more than a mile or so apart?

Why is the same college course more expensive at one college and cheaper at another even though you get the same information and the same college credit for completing it?

Why do train passengers try to get on the train before people trying to get off can do so? It boggles the mind.

Why do men sit and woman stand on the subway? Is chivalry dead?


How come airplane passengers don’t read the signs and carry-on more stuff than the overhead compartments can hold? I saw a lampshade carried on board during my last trip. It would not fit.

How come the airlines don’t stop the stuff at the gate? With twenty dollars extra per bag these days, of course people are going to try to bring more stuff onto the aircraft. Isn’t that a dahhhh moment for the airlines?

Why do coach passengers try to store their carry-ons in the first over-head place they see and then walk back to their seats?

How come tractor-trailer trucks try passing in the left lane when going up a hill and then keep a line of cars at a slower pace for miles? Is this a driver initiation into a "delay club" or what?


The full moon last week was wonderful. It lit the night land with a vibrant low glow that comforted and cuddled the mind into the colors of the fall.

Ever watch the autumn wind prune the yellowing oaks and crimson maples? A leaf here, a leaf there, til all are gone. It is a seasonal experience that must be observed to appreciate. Poet Robert Frost did!


By Robert Frost


O hushed October morning mild,

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;

To-morrow's wind, if it be wild,

Should waste them all.

The crows above the forest call;

To-morrow they may form and go.

O hushed October morning mild,

Begin the hours of this day slow,

Make the day seem to us less brief.

Hearts not averse to being beguiled,

Beguile us in the way you know;

Release one leaf at break of day;

At noon release another leaf;

One from our trees, one far away;

Retard the sun with gentle mist;

Enchant the land with amethyst.

Slow, slow!

For the grapes' sake, if they were all,

Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,

Whose clustered fruit must else be lost--

For the grapes' sake along the wall.

Ever hear or read a phrase and have it resonate with your being? i.e. “Writing is the sound of silence” or “My life has so many beginnings, how do I choose where to start?”

Ever know beyond a doubt that there is more to your life than you’ve taken time to think about? Doesn’t wonder and awe result?

1 comment:

Topher08 said...

Thank you for posting the beautiful poem from Frost. It made my day. I am glad you are enjoying Fall. It is my favorite season and although we have not yet had the first frost down south, the leaves are starting to change color and the air is less humid and crisp. Take Care and keep up the wonderful and thought-provoking postings.

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