As the summer foliage grows old and drops to the ground, the many insulators hidden from the eye now come into view. Oh and if you were here you would jump with rage when stomping through a rubbish heap you find a shattered gem, but then! A spark of light from afar! A glimmer of glass! Then running towards it I fling myself through brush and brier snatching it up while hanging caught on a branch, only to find the all too common 42. 

Then flinging it at the tracks I leap forward and tromp towards another object, finding it also a 42, and tossing it into the air I march forward again.

Pieces of glass and beer bottles and gems on live wires torment my eyes. The track now swerves off and leaves me there, and the wires vanish into the ground. "Now all hope's gone," I say to myself. "All this for nothing. And just look what I got!" Looking down at the burrs and scratches all over my body. 

And then with rage I reach for a rock as a train whistles past blowing soot and junk in my face. I will wait for it to pass. Then as the familiar red car rumbles past I throw the rock at an A.T. & T. toll and miss by a mile. But then, as I watch the rock hit the ground, a soft clink as it hits an object. I shudder at the sound.

Then moving towards it, one eye open and the other closed, I look into the leaves, and there! But then I think "What if it's shattered?" I shudder again, then quite terrified I reach down and feel with my hands it's mint! "I got it! I have got it, N.Y. & E.R.R.!!" And with joy I leap into the air, skip back to town clutching it close and waiting to shock my friends at the next N.I.A.!