November 12, 2020
The train just went by, throwing a wall of sound behind me on the other side of the door wall. There was a railroad a quarter mile from where I grew up. I could hear it too, although living here is a different experience. You get used to the sound, even the pounding of the heavy engines and cars. I think what impresses me most, especially at night, is the lights, the lights in the engineer's compartment. They move along by themselves, the engines and cars hidden in the dark. My neighbor next door used to be a railroad engineer.