I don’t know when it started. Maybe with my brother’s model train. Or with the family Amtrak ride we took from Kansas City to St. Louis when I was a kid. But I absolutely love the sight of a train chugging down the tracks. There’s something about it that’s nostalgic and wonderful and industrial all at the same time.
There are train tracks right beside my office (the brick building), which means at least once a day we hear the whistle and rumble of the train going by.
I keep telling myself that I’ll take another ride one day.