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My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
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Daily Cascade #1106686 added January 24, 2026 at 1:37pm Restrictions: None
55 Years Ago...
Prompt: The last time I saw---- it's your entry have fun!
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The last time I saw the airport in Rome was 55 years ago, when our first child was a baby. I thought it to be the worst and the most poorly functioning airport in the world, then. From what I have been hearing from others, it still is way below par, today.
What happened with us was that 15 minutes before the plane was to take off, they changed the gate. All the passengers had to rush from the gate they had us waiting, to the other gate which was at the other end of the terminal. There were no vehicles or help to aid the passengers, and worse, no wheelchairs for those who needed them. My husband and I had our carry-on bags plus our 9 month-old son, and we were running toward the other gate. We made it into the plane possibly the last minute. I don't know what happened to those elderly passengers who were supposed to be on the same plane with us. All that rush and at the end, although we were among the younger set then, we were so exhausted! We both decided immediately, that we'd never get on any flight that stopped at Rome... ever. And we never did.
A friend told me recently what she saw on the Rome airport from where she had a connecting flight. She saw a passenger using a walker getting off the plane, and she was looking for a wheelchair that was earlier reserved for her. There was a person waiting with a wheelchair. The crippled woman hobbled up to him. The guy checked his phone. He said she wasn't in his app, so she has to walk. My friend doesn't know what happened to her. The last she looked back several other passengers were arguing for the crippled woman.
Another friend tells me that now, at the ground level, they have passport machines for the people from the EU, only. And even some people from the EU have had difficulty with that arrangement for the ticket machines have very long lines and a few get broken every now and then. There are other scary and weird stories I've heard on this very subject, also.
And I had thought the problem had only been in where we left it, 55 years ago. Funny how it survived until today, and it seems, even flourished! I think our Italian friends have something to fix when it comes to their main central airport.
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