There's Something Almost Adolescent About Whitman's Paean

It Was One Of Those Perfect Fall Days When The Air Is Cool Enough To Wake You Up But The Sun Is Also Kissing Your Face.

Egypt Loved The Lotus Becuase It Never Dies. It Is The Same For People Who Are Loved. Thus Can Something As Insignificant As A Name-two Syllables, One High, One Sweet- Summon Up The Innumerable Smiles, Tears, Sighs And Dreams Of A Human Life.

Until Very Recently Men And Women Inhabited Very Separate Spheres. There Was Always Interconnection, Passion, Love. But Men And Women Didn't Hang Out At The End Of The Day And Chat About What Their Day Was Like At The Office.

It Is Terrible How Much Has Been Forgotten, Which Is Why, I Suppose, Remembering Seems A Holy Thing.

There's Nothing Quite Like A Real . . . Train Conductor To Add Color To A Quotidian Commute