Considering that my journey to my library job takes me across the train tracks to and from, I hardly ever am inconvenienced by falling crossing rails.
It happened right around 8 a.m. recently.
I had left early enough for my 8:30 a.m. shift start that I could watch and admire as hundreds of rail cars passed.
I’m glad freight still travels in this manner, I mused. … And I am also quite amazed at the graffiti that adorns just about every dang rail car.