You Can Hear the Whistle Blow...
The bed and breakfast where we stayed in Grand Island, Nebraska, was a half-block from these train tracks, so yesterday morning I walked over in hopes of catching the sounds of a coal train for a podcast. What had sounded so thunderous during the night turned out to be tame by comparison in the morning light. But still and all, I love a train story. This one lasts four and a half minutes.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
