The Woodley Park Metro station in Washington has a remarkably long escalator (actually one of three you take to get down to the level of the trains). One of the times I went there, I decided to walk down the escalator instead of just standing and waiting. I counted 82 steps I made.
Now let's say I reached the bottom in half the time I would have taken had I been standing still. Is that enough information to deduce how many steps the escalator has (i.e. if it was still)?
When I returned from dinner that night, I walked up the escalator, this time counting 94 steps. Does that help answer the question?
(I don't know the answers, I'm just asking. Seems like an interesting question, though I'm willing to be corrected on that).
On Route 221 west of tiny Floyd in southern Virginia, these four prominent signs in quick succession: "Love is of God"; "CHRISTmas Gift of God"; "Fill and Dirt Wanted"; "Are You Prepared to Meet God?"
Well, I don't know that I'm prepared. Especially because on Route 29 earlier in the day, I had passed this: "The Most Important Question: JESUS? The Tomb Is Empty."
Then I passed one more sign: "Love is the best de-icer."
Ah. I could have used some, then. 'Nuff said.
Speaking of God and empty tombs: driving through Virginia, finding something sensible to listen to on the radio is a constant struggle. (And, of course, who wants silence?).
First, there are the innumerable country music stations. Why does every male country singer have that deep, slightly nasal twang when he sings? Is that like a required course in Country Music University, where the diligent young student learns about belts with huge buckles, stetsons, and the deep twang? And, of course, lyrics like "I was stuck on the highway/jus' me and my cellphone."
Second, there are innumerable religious stations. I lost track of all the exhortations and expressions of good Christian outrage. "I think homosexuality is against God's word." "I can't believe I have to make a case for chastity to young Christian women! I was horrified when this girl told me she was sleeping with her boyfriend!"
Third, on a Saturday the previous two get some serious competition from college basketball broadcasts. These are always fun to listen to: the voices, the tempo, the lingo, they're all the same. You'll hear words like "transition" and "trey" and "Cavs" and "Noles" and "personal foul" plenty of times. At least twice, you'll hear about a team that they're "moving from right to left across your radio dial", leaving you to imagine tiny characters racing across the face of your car radio.
So on a long drive today, I listened to two men's games: Virginia (the Cavs) beat Florida State (the Seminoles) and West Virginia beat Seton Hall. And one women's game: Catawba Valley was leading Lenoir Rhyne. Got here before the game ended, but while Catawba was still moving right to left.
And I also learned today that some Seton Hall player is, I swear, like a "panther on the plains of the Serengeti."
I'm going to miss it, but the Thomas Road Baptist Church in Lynchburgh is going to have Dr Ergun Caner speaking tomorrow (that's Sunday February 18) morning at 11. The ad in the Roanoke Times says he converted from Islam in his teens.
And what will Dr Caner speak on? "Love, Lies and Landmines: Building the Perfect Wife."
Just what you needed to know.
Not that I'm boasting or anything, but I have helped the environment conserve vast numbers of gallons of water a year. Not just once, but twice.
You can do the same. Just visit Virginia's highway rest area bathrooms. Designed by Falcon WaterFree, the urinals don't use water, and have a neat sign above them saying:
- By using this hygienic and touch-free urinal, you are helping the environment conserve 40,000 gallons of water per urinal per year.