Friday, October 24, 2008
"Where words fail, music speaks."
-Hans Christian Andersen
I sat at the computer and turned tentatively last evening to the news of my homeland. I refrain, as a rule, from perusing the local pages, having a low tolerance for the grammatical errors and awkwardly constructed syntax. I rely instead on my knowledgeable mother to convey the items of the day.
On rare occasions, though, I do summon enough boldness to venture into the murky depths of lumbering letters.
Severe and woeful flooding had struck one area of the country; more rain was certain and, sensibly, people were being advised to cancel plans and stay home during the downpour.
No. No. That was not it at all.
I glanced again, and noted that it was not the population as a whole being graced with an alert, but just one very fortunate fellow:
"Motorist warned of heavy flooding."
Regardless of how that lone individual was chosen above all others to be issued with a warning- perhaps in some sort of secretive lottery he was deemed Motorist of the Hour- one can only hope that he took the suggestion on board, comprehended his special position, and used it cautiously.
Posted by Phyllis Hunt McGowan at 7:58 AM