As I sat at the railroad tracks today after dropping my daughter’s friend back home (we made a midnight run to Wally World to buy the latest Harry Potter book), I enjoyed some interesting graffiti on the train. Of course, the train stopped just after clearing our intersection. It wasn’t enough for the bars to come up, so gave me time to reflect. What happened to the caboose? I miss those red cars with the engineer waving to everyone as they rolled out. The only time you see a caboose anymore is on those cave tours when the last person in the group is designated “the caboose.”
And yes, it’s my kind of luck when the train STOPS right after passing through my intersection.