The Holiday Season presents a great opportunity to travel to Dutch cities I normally don’t visit, to enjoy the decorations and festive light displays. These light displays create an atmosphere designed to lift spirits in these dark winter months. It never fails to do so; a delight. I am joined on these outings by throngs of others, shoppers, tourists, families, dogs, a cross section of the folk. The streets are filled with chatter in a plethora of languages; the shops’ revolving doors are always moving. filled with people jostling packages and phones! During these trips I add a museum visit or a special lunch or a tour of the City’s architecture. By day’s end I am ready for a quiet ride home in the earlier defined ‘silence/silte’ car. As evening falls the trains are packed with all the aforementioned folk heading to where ever/whatever is next on their agenda. One of these end-of-day-evening trips, the silence-car was jam-packed and noisy. I waited until one minute before departure time [one can read through the window on the train destination board] and then, from where I was seated, stood up. In my best reach-the-back-of the theatre-voice [training paid off as I had no spoon and glass] I asked “Could we all agree that once the train leaves the station, we will respect the ‘Stilte’ aspect of the car.” Nothing more quiet than a stunned silence!! But it worked. Not a peep was heard once the wheels began to roll. I noticed as occupants left and others boarded, those remaining reached across the aisle to point out the ‘stile’ sign. Who says a college education has no value: Organizational psychology 101.