Richard Crowson Commentary

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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.

Recently, Neil deGrasse Tyson, an astrophysicist who is director of the Hayden Planetarium in New York City, said that he wondered whether earth had already been visited by aliens. He contended that they may have observed human activity and concluded that there is no sign of intelligent life on our planet.

Here we are again. The dog days of summer. The perfect time to reflect... on dogs.

Every time the Fourth of July rolls around I find myself engaged in a personal War of Independence.

How could the Kansas Legislature do what they did? Maybe it’s because they know the Kansas voters always sing the same song.

I was at the grocery store the other day when I rounded a corner and almost crashed my cart into that of another customer.