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.
You’re keeping us on track, Mark! Two of my teaching positions required crossing the tracks. Where I live now is the other side of the tracks (however anyone wishes to define that). The only time I was late to work was because of the train; boss told me I couldn’t use it as an excuse ever again. But I don’t mind stopping and admiring them. I’ve always been fascinated by trains.
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They conjure up adventure for sure, Karla. Thanks for your train tales!
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I was thinking of your post when I heard the morning train! And a little Johnny Cash singing.
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Very cool, Karla. Good company there!
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Life in the fast train, Mark! ₍₍ ( ๑॔˃̶◡ ˂̶๑॓)◞
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Barreling down, Patricia!
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Love this Mark.
You made me over-laugh way too early in the day.
(Yeah. I’m twisted)
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i love the sound of trains, traveling on them, the legends, and the idea of their important work.
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They are such an important part of our history, Beth, and around the world, current travel in a big way. As far as my past, I was a subway and Long Island Rail Road rider when I was growing up. Nobody in my family owned a car until we moved to Long Island and my father got a big Oldsmobile.
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I always appreciate your train of thoughts, my friend.
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Sometimes I stay on track, Ann.
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