Trains fascinate me. Always have. I think it started when we’d walk downtown with mom and on occasion, when the wig-wags descended, we had to wait for a freight train to pass.
In those days, an attendant stationed in an elevated shanty monitored the CP crossing at King Street. He would wave to us. That took the edge off the somewhat frightening experience.
When I first moved to town here in Brant County, several people suggested that it must be quiet where I live. Well, it can be, if the wind is blowing just so. On very still summer mornings, I can hear a cow “moo” from across the river, about a kilometer away. But more often than not, I hear constant traffic sounds from the major highway to the south and main arteries through town to the east and west. A set of train tracks runs through town, too. It’s usually not a problem.
Unless it’s bedtime, the windows are open, and I’m just about to fall asleep… mmm, you know that stage, right? You are nice and relaxed, comfy…
CUE HARSH SCARY MUSIC
(something from the Rite of Spring or the shower scene in that Hitchcock movie… which, by the way, I have not seen and plan to keep it that way.)
Enter the Loram Grinder and bid farewell to slumber.
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All aboard! I extend an invitation to you! Tell me about trains, whatever this prompt might inspire. Maybe about a trip you took or one that you’d like to take? Are there any trainspotters in our midst? Or model train enthusiasts? Plenty of movies have been set on a train. Like The General, with my heart-throb, Buster Keaton. Photos, tunes, stories, and art. (Indeed, some boxcars are festooned with the most imaginative graffiti.) Feel free to share here in the comments or link to your own post. I look forward to hearing from you!
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