It’s the veteran, not the preacher,
who has given us freedom of religion.
It’s the veteran, not the reporter,
who has given us freedom of the press.
It’s the veteran, not the poet,
who has given us freedom of speech.
It’s the veteran, not the campus organizer,
who has given us freedom to assemble.
It’s the veteran, not the lawyer,
who has given us the right to a fair trial.
It’s the veteran, not the politician,
who has given us the right to vote.
It’s the veteran,
who salutes the flag,
who serves under the flag.
Eternal rest grand them O Lord,
And let perpetual light shine on them.
Have you thanked a veteran today?
I know The 7 Train has not been updated in a while, but two things: (1) not much to blog about on the political-economic front right now and I believe Benghazi has been beaten to death; the only question left to answer is Did it destroy Hilary’s chances of getting elected president?, and (2) it is the peak of my busy season for retail patio furniture and I am on six-day work weeks until after the 4th of July.
I do want to talk about my experience on Friday, May 17th that corroborates the fact that God has a plan for all of us. You probably know around 6:10 PM on 5/17/2013 two passenger trains on the Metro-North Railroad serving southern Connecticut bringing passengers from New Haven, Connecticut to Grand Central Terminal in lower Manhattan collided at the Fairfield-Bridgeport line as a result of derailment. As it turns out, I work until 6 PM this time of the year. There are no trains going to Stamford Station on the New Canaan branch between 5:30 and 7:30 so I took a city bus to the station and it was there I heard of the problem as no trains were going eastbound; only trains to New Canaan and local trains to Grand Central were running. When eastbound trains started running, they were going as far as South Norwalk. I was stranded at the Stamford Station until my sister came all the way from Oxford to drive me home circa 9 PM. Although it is no fun to be stranded at a railroad station, had I left work at 5:00 and took the 5:25 train from the New Canaan branch’s station in the Springdale section of Stamford, I would have hopped the 5:47 express train to New Haven stopping at my station in Stratford—I would have been on the train that crashed. So as frustrated as I was hanging around Stamford Station, I has blessings to count at the same time.
The last two days (Monday and Tuesday) I drove into work using Interstate 84 and taking U.S. 7 and S.R. 123 south and west to get to Stamford as without the railroad fully operational, there were about 30,000 extra motorists jamming up Interstate 95 and the Merritt Parkway. I am off Wednesdays and today they got the railroad fully operational. I am looking forward to the return to normalcy.
I hope there will be time to blog about conservative politics and the reinvention of The American Dream real soon. Until then, fellow readers, count your blessings.