Lehigh Valley Railroad Had MilkTrains Too!

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Lehigh Valley in Eastern Pennslyvania in the 1920’s and 1930’s included extensive milk train operations. The LV owned at least 135 refregerated milk cars and operated two heavy fast first class milk trains from Sayre, PA to New York city each day. These trains were somewhere between 20 and 30 cars each. Also at least 8 local and branch line trains in New York and Pennslyvania that carried milk cars in the 20’s and 30’s before the cutback in rail service started.

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Speed of thoughts

Hi folks.

Did you ever ask yourself how fast our thoughts are? It’s an interesting question. I asked Leo and he said that it’s probably a little bit slower than the speed of light. And I can partly agree.

Sometimes our thoughts are slow, without any need to move away, no matter how much we want them to disappear. Forever. I felt how slow they can be last November when I couldn’t take it anymore and I totally broke down. Because you know what is more dangerous and a way more painful than falling from the highest mountain. It’s loving someone who doesn’t love you back.

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I never knew the pain of heartbreaks before, I didn’t quite believed in them. I believed that I don’t need anyone at all, I thought that I’ll just walk away from this sorrowful thoughts in my head, like they’re nothing, like they don’t seem…

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Silly rocking chair chant

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The OWU campus student union

has eight rocking chairs. Someday,

when Hendrix is bigger we shall

have to take a picture of me,

Nana, with all 7 grandies.

Until then, we take many

“Flashlight hikes,”

exploring college campus.

I let them shout for joy,

here in this photo.

We never have been

told to leave the premises.

Here’s a silly poem,

ditty or chant.

It goes loosely

to the tune of

“Rock around the Clock.”

(Thanks to “Happy Days” reruns

nearly everyone knows this tune.)

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🎶 “Rock around the campus” 🎶

by Robin O. Cochran

“One o’clock, two o’clock. . .

it is nearly ten o’clock!

Rock around the campus,

Rock all night long,

Rock all day strong,

Rock and roll music streaming

from open college dorm windows.

Ten o’clock, eleven o’clock. . .

we can go past midnight!

Rock all night till

the morning’s light,

Rock all eve

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Free NYC Adventures for People Who FREE PIE PIE PIE PIE PIE [April 28-30]

Mary in Manhattan

Hi. Free Pie. Go.

Friday 4/28 Saturday 4/29 Sunday 4/30
FREE PIE. Yes, you have to go into Times Square, but WHATEVZ FREE FOOD. X X
Free weekly comedy at HiFi bar in the East Village – 7:30 p.m. X X
Friday fencing at 1:30 in Bryant Park through October X X
Reserve your spot for Bitches Brew, a free comedy show Friday evenings. X X
Brookfield Place has art installations open for free through the summer. Continued Continued
X Poetry in Queens – 2:00 – 10:00 p.m. It’s lit fest – go to listen to the spoken word, or participate in an open mic sesh. X
X Hester Street Fair WELLNESS WEEKEND events, 11:00 a.m. – 6:00 p.m. X
X Fashion, Art and Design pop up in BK Continued
X Long Island City Flea & Food is open! Saturdays and Sundays, 11:00 a.m. – 6:00 p.m. Continued

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Kari’s Reckoning

Myths of the Mirror

She abandoned the view and walked, arm outstretched, slender fingertips leaving invisible ribbons where they glided across the smooth surface.

The unseamed gray of the floor, the cool walls, and flat ceiling held no memories of those who’d trod the halls before. They demanded no care, no cleaning, no mending, or maintenance. How long would the alien cities last unchanged, impervious to the passage of time? Another three hundred years? A millennium? Lives came and went, washing from the tiers’ petals like rainwater to the porous, wet world below. Was her life within these walls any more important, other than being hers?

Perhaps, only a world of wrinkles and grooves could capture the fragmented stories of wounded souls, hold them tight in the ashes and rubble. One required pitted stone and cracked wood, ragged bark and churned soil to heal a heart’s broken flesh. Her lover and daughter lived in…

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Beyond the Curtain: Pre-Passage Jitters

Wide Awake But Dreaming

So…  how was your evening?

First off, I did my video.  It was fun, but as I usually do when it’s over I feel as if I could have done more.  It’s that whole thing that goes hand-in-hand with being creative–you know, everything you do sucks and you want to do better?  I should get out of that habit and will.  One day.

Then I head off with a friend to the Harrisburg chapter of the National Organization for Women and after opening my mouth a couple of times, I end up one-half of their fundraising committee.  This is why I shouldn’t say anything, but I can’t keep my mouth shut.

Came home, watched one episode of Breaking Bad, and the–wrote?  Yep!  Wrote!  Put down about seven hundred words as I began describing what it’s like over by der in the Astral Realm.  And since I’ll be home all night tonight…

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