Frank and Ernest by Thaves for September 17, 2017

It’s not just the Summer that goes fast, it’s the whole year. And don’t get me started on decades.

Actually, I wouldn’t mind if Summer would speed up, and then Fall lasted for six or seven months. But I guess the seasons weren’t made to my specifications.

↑ your snarky comments would probably be more biting if you ① knew how to spell and ② weren’t a witless idiot…

That is the same of any other day.

If you want summer to seem like it lasts forever, give up air conditioning.

Winter seems to last the longest of the seasons.

Winter is the ‘waiting room’ for spring, which brings hope. Been that way for me over 80 years and I still look forward to every one.

Frank hasn’t driven (or walked) in Edmonton, where the trains block traffic for 10 – 15 minutes at a time.

The perception of time is inversely proportional to your age.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again.

The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.

Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

The time is gone, the song is over,

Thought I’d something more to say.

I grew up in the late 50s/early 60s, and trains go half the speed now that they did then. We lived two blocks away from the Northern Pacific’s main line, and passenger speed through town was 95, freight speed was 70. This was on bolted rail, all hand-laid. And the ride was way smoother then than it is now.

Time went slower then, trains went faster. Time goes faster now, trains go slower.

Here she comes, she’s comingThere she goes, she’s gone!Tearing through Texas like a mad-dog cyclone…