Richard Crowson Commentary

For the most part, the people who listen to or watch or read what the media has to offer have an impersonal relationship with media outlets.

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On the stark, bare, claw-like limbs of the large locust tree above, a handful of crows had congregated. The sky beyond them could have come right out of a watercolor painting by Andrew Wyeth – the fading charcoal grays of a cloudy, mid-November day, right at dusk.

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There have been an awful lot of unpredicted rogue comets entering Earth’s atmosphere lately, first in Russia and then this week in California. Shouldn’t we be taking action? And by “action” I mean placing  blame.

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Ah, Halloween. The season of goblins, witches, zombies, skeletons and banjos.

What??! Banjos??!

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Theories abound as to why the Republican Party has shut down our government.

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Something about September has brought poetry back into my consciousness.

It might be the way the amber, diffused light knocks the sharp edges off of summer’s harsh palette. It could be the rhythmic pulsations of the crickets that seem to serenade just outside every window. Possibly it has to do with the mild temperatures previewing just the slightest hint of the chill that will soon set fireplaces aglow.

In 2012 the state of Kansas ranked in the bottom five for tourism, to no one’s surprise hereabouts.

There is a saying in Zen Buddhism that has haunted me ever since I first read it in one of Eckhart Tolle’s books: “Cease to cherish opinions.”

For years hereabout we’ve dealt with drought

And gone without much water, cool water.

Through it all, old Wichita, without rainfall

Did cry for water, cool, clear water.

Raise the water rate, higher bills are just our fate

‘Cause we’re living in a state without water

Cool water

But, wait, can it be?

What’s that cloud up there I see?

Now it’s raining down on me, such water!

Cool water

The rains did fall, Mother Nature heard our call

And she flooded Wichita with water, cool water.

My friend Dusty Rhodes knew what was important in life.

I guess you don’t spend days clinging to a flotation net in 4,000 fathoms of shark infested waters, watching your friends slowly lose their minds, without gaining some degree of insight into what matters and what doesn’t.

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