Tuesday, March 16, 2010

My Train of Thought


I guess it was my grandfather's love of trains that makes me stop and take a long look when I see one traveling by or stopped on the tracks.  I remember the summer afternoons at their apartment waiting for the train and the sound the horn as a "hello to good ole Hank".  No matter how he felt he'd always try to get to the window to wave back.  Although I feel like a traitor since this isn't a Union Pacific train, I still felt like stopping for a photo.  And in classic Henry fashion as I got back into my car I said:  "Hey, I saw U-P on a boxcar!" and still giggled to myself. 

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