August 08, 2007
Lonesome whistle
My suburban childhood home was built in a subdivision which was built around an extant railbed. Although the rails were about a mile away, the nights of my childhood often included that rumble, that jingle and that roar. Often the plaintive hoot of the engine’s warning horn was also heard. These are sounds I have not heard in the night for over twenty years, and I miss them.
mike whybark. 68 words. Posted at August 08, 2007 08:53 PMComments
Although at a later age, I had a similar experience. I attended college for two years in Flagstaff, AZ, a town through which a reported 100 trains pass daily. (I almost believe that number.) It took a few weeks to get used to the constant train whistles at night, and I also eventually grew fond of them.
Posted by: Manuel at August 12, 2007 3:46 PM
