I wish we could stop this pendulum. It’s swinging back and forth is leaving me dizzy…!
It’s a bit like tennis , Warren , drives me nuts , tennis ----that is until someone says "You cannot be serious " and argues with the man in the high chair .
Division of thought between people makes life more lively , and is certainly very educational . Even us old buggers can still learn , can’t we ?
We also have a lot to teach , but being silly old sods , we get ignored , thus leaving the clever youngsters to learn the same things over again .
I still follow the creed -----
Reds are best dead , Left are best left , Liberals need liberating and Conservatives conserve order .
Also , being a religious sort of bloke , I do like the ambiguity of "Religious Right "
Mike.
Chris Vernell said:
Victor Smith said:
Am I wrong?Yes. And at the risk
of giving further offence
White is right
Oy vey! I wrote a reply that I have decided to delete. it would just be
Instead I think I’ll go play with my trains for a while. I have a layout to build. Later…Vic
Victor Smith said:
Chris Vernell said:
Victor Smith said:
Am I wrong?Yes. And at the risk
Oy vey! I wrote a reply that I have decided to delete. it would just be
Instead I think I’ll go play with my trains for a while. I have a layout to build. Later…Vic
Vic Ah Geez…and we were beating the dead horse too! Have phun with the trains!..Got photos?
Warren Mumpower said:Warren,
I wish we could stop this pendulum. It's swinging back and forth is leaving me dizzy..!
I thought you were getting used to that? 
Watch out, pretty good NW wind coming down the valley.
Victor Smith said:Actually, Vic, it truly ain't anything to do with white sheets, Bolsheviks or tree-huggers. It is trains :D (on an OT forum -- bit of a trick that, sorry)Chris Vernell said:Oy vey!
And at the risk :) of giving further offence :D White is right
“White is right and red is wrong, green means gently go along” is a very old British engineman’s memory rhyme from the days when an all-clear signal showed a white light at night, and green was for caution; red was, of course, danger, then as always.
The folly of using white for all-clear became obvious to the powers-that-were only after some rather nasty accidents, when loco crews mistook house lights, carriage lamps and such for clear signals (or the colored glass was missing).
Green became the all-clear indication, a white light was to be treated like a red – but this left no caution indication at night; it was decades before yellow was generally adopted. In those decades, loco crews had to be precisely aware of where they were at night (with no headlamps to light the road ahead), to know whether that red light ahead was a distant (caution) or home (stop) signal.
So there you have a bit of a change from pollyticks, for what it’s worth.
Nice to be in good company…
Hans-Joerg Mueller said:Warren Mumpower said:Warren,
I wish we could stop this pendulum. It's swinging back and forth is leaving me dizzy..!I thought you were getting used to that?
Watch out, pretty good NW wind coming down the valley.
It’s the SW liberal wind from California I’m not looking forward to…
Thanks Chris for clearing that up. I had not heard that phrase before. Easy to misinterpret.
All my pics are over at the indoor thread at MLS if anyones interested, under the “saga” thread.
Off to warp some values…or at least bend some track.
Post them here…we don’t go there any more…
Victor Smith said:Yes, it was mischievous of me -- I only know that ditty because I read it in a book about signalling history and practice by a former signalman, who noted that the old code still applied in the mid-20th century when lines were being worked by hand-flag signals (during trackwork, for example). A green flag or lamp meant "proceed with caution", not "line clear". Whether they still do this, I don't know.
Thanks Chris for clearing that up. I had not heard that phrase before. Easy to misinterpret.
D’ya know, I’ve never had a martini (wasn’t that where this all started?) Neither of my parents was a cocktail fan. My mother enjoyed the occasional gin and tonic; my father wouldn’t touch the stuff (in spite of of the fact that, or perhaps because, he was an old Raj hand) – he preferred Scotch, sometimes with soda (Remember the old soda siphons? Great for water fights, until your father caught you and clipped you round the ear – not for wasting the soda, but because you might drop the siphon in the excitement and someone might cut themselves on the broken glass).