Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Spent a lot of time in my youth near a couple of sets of tracks. One, the main line, visited many times daily by trains on trips north to Canada. The other was a seldom used stretch behind Lewis Lumber. Unlike the fast diesels that ran on the other, this one was frequented by work engines pushing rail cars of sawdust and lumber back and forth. You probably know where I'm going with this. When we saw one heading down this set of tracks, we scurried and emptied our pockets of coins and placed them on the rails. Pennies were the favorite; Most of the guys had these. I liked quarters, but that was me. Last of the big time spenders, I guess. Wanna know a secret? If I get the chance,and a train is coming far enough away, I'll lay a coin. It's just so much fun to hear the squeaking tracks and find the flattened image of Washington. I'm still pretty much a kid!