And a truth:  Back in the 1950s, I recall a "song" (or at least something
recorded on a vinyl, flat round thing) by the title, "The Train That Goes to
Morrow (I or Morrough) Leaves At Twelve O'clock Today."

Sam Conant
Colchester, Vermont

----- Original Message -----
From: "BenT Syncro" <syncro@GMAIL.COM>
To: <vanagon@GERRY.VANAGON.COM>
Sent: Wednesday, October 31, 2007 6:27 PM
Subject: Re: clock

> On 10/31/07, Michael Elliott <camping.elliott@gmail.com> wrote:
>>
>>
>> Then it goes fast as dark?
>
>
> Everything is relative. I like to think my Vanagon went so fast that I
> already made
> it to the next day (or night as the case may be).
>
>
> BenT