Trains and boats and planes...

…A TRAIN FREAK IN GOOD STANDING…


…I feel semi-qualified, as opposed to eminently qualified, to comment on them, be they the Green Mt. RR, Amtrak or The Atchison, Topeka & The Santa Fe, for those to whom trains might be of some interest and I tell you, we are legion, beyond the curve, and have no common denominator other than the train.

Many of us were (or are or are going to be) homeless and gravitated to the trains by default while others stepped from their Bentley’s with a Nikon strapped around their turkey-wattled necks to take a picture of, say, an aging milk car parked for a decade on a siding; some of us came to know the milk car because it was easy to get into and sleep in until the railroad bulls came along…

You don’t have to be a train freak to see the graffiti going by you at the crossings and it is remarkable the talent that’s out there, world class painting much of it and barely 10 cars in a row can go by without being tagged. There are too many to comment on all of them but one cracked me up as it whizzed past the other day and I caught a glimpse of a one-liner, “Chubby has a small ball sack”…Say what Dude?