Prayers for her speedy and safe return home!
I LOVE IT!!!
I am not sure why anyone would think that of all things, a train, would be able to sail right through a heavy snowfall. Trains are as bad as automobiles when it comes to snow because drifting snow and heavy accumulations block the tracks. A quick glance at our history will reveal many examples. In 1896, on Long Island, a heavy snow fall blocked the passenger train from King’s Park to Wading River on Christmas Eve. It took to the next day to extricate the passengers. On another occasion during the same year, heavy snow blocked the trains from Long Island City to Southhampton. Howver, passengers were able to be removed from the trains by the use of sleighs, which safely transported them to the nearest town. In addition, who could forget the story in the Laura Ingalls Wilder book, “The Long Winter”? The blizzard of 1888 dumped so much snow in the Dakota Territory that the trains were unable to make it through with needed supplies. The moral of the story is when it is a blizzard or a time of heavy snows, stay home.
Prayers for your wife and her quick and safe return.
Nothing unusual at all for AMTRAK to be stopped.
Every kind of weather, warm, cold, rainy, snow........they have troubles on the line.
stranded in Connellsville with KFC for dinner
That’s a redneck honeymoon!
Hope she’s all right! that must be very worrisome.
The DC metro is shut down for the second time this winter due to blizzards. Absolutely crazy.
So, how are all those people that are invited to the WH for a Super Bowl party going to get there?
Tons of peons without power and Dear Leader is going on with his party.
The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at noon
A sadder light than waning moon.
Slow tracing down the thickening sky
Its mute and ominous prophecy,
A portent seeming less than threat,
It sank from sight before it set.
A chill no coat, however stout,
Of homespun stuff could quite shut out,
A hard, dull bitterness of cold,
That checked, mid-vein, the circling race
Of life-blood in the sharpened face,
The coming of the snow-storm told.
The wind blew east; we heard the roar
Of Ocean on his wintry shore,
And felt the strong pulse throbbing there
Beat with low rhythm our inland air.
Prayers for your wife.
http://www.thenorthernecho.co.uk/news/4820530.Tornado_to_the_rescue/