Why Am I Still Stuck in This Tunnel?
Camping out isn’t the same as traveling through
Even if you’re on the right track, you’ll get run over if you just sit there.
It was just a bit of whimsy, a slogan to print on a magnet shaped like an old steam engine. My dad slapped it on the old Frigidaire over fifty years ago. It still makes me laugh.
Sort of.
Nowadays, it’s more likely to make me think of the other phrase we use commonly, the origin of which is also most likely in the dim history of the railroads.
I’m beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Except, I’m not. Seeing the light yet.
It’s been a dark season
Sadness piled upon dread; covered up in anticipation of worse to come.
I’m not the only one.
Our old friends sat around the table the other night and one of the ladies said the words.
“There are a lot of people dying, aren’t there?”
Nobody really answered her, but I heard a collective hmmm and the table went silent. Each of us, lost in our thoughts, was seeing the faces of absent friends…
