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Our View
All aboard
When the Rappahannock Express drives through a stream of ribbon at its ribbon-cutting ceremony on Monday, it would be a nice gesture if we as a county came out to show support. This is our bus system and we are the ones who will benefit if it works. And the only way it will work, is if we use it. A bus system in this county is going to help a lot of people for a lot of different reasons—people who don't have cars or are incapacitated and can't drive, those who want to save on gas as well as help the environment, and those who like sitting high on a bus seat leaving the driving to others while enjoying the beauty of the countryside. Most importantly, we need to begin using the bus in our daily lives to travel around the county and to nearby towns. A great deal of thanks for approving this bus system goes to our Board of Supervisors who were willing to give it a try. Many thanks also go to Kaye and Rick Kohler who saw the need for a bus and worked endlessly to make it a reality.
Missing Sally As winter looses her chilly grip, And the snows melt into the earth, Ever so quietly we slip, Into Spring’s eternal rebirth. We’re also expectant of some out doors affair, Emerging from our long hibernations. Once more to inhale the warm pure air, Seeing again all God’s creations. We aspire, as it were, to the mountain top, But seek an easy solemn valley. We relish the thought, we can not stop, Still trying, still smiling like Sally. We blink at the dawning sun— And yawn not eager to arise. We’ve grown weary of having fun, As tears brim to over flow the eyes. As the dead of brown turns to living green, Around every comer down every ally. The budding and sprouting are keen, » Yet, its not the same without Sally. Everywhere it seems, is something that brings to mind, Of days abundantly busy or days when we would dally. Whether on a hike, eating or sitting cozily reclined, Seems everyone somehow was touched by Sally. Yes, as winter looses her chilly grip, And the robins return once more. I think of my friend and her last trip, To that eternal beautiful shore. Wayne F. Baldwin Culpeper This poem was written in honor of the late Sally Keyser of Sperryville by her cousin, Wayne Baldwin for her March 11 birthday.
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