It's an old, rusted railroad car. The colors in the afternoon light really made it stand out along the roadway. I enjoy old movies set on trains. Some like it Hot, Murder on the Orient Express, some Laurel and Hardy flick that I can't remember and a couple of Miss Marple detective adventures are a few that come quickly to mind. I guess it's the nostalgia mixed in with a little bit of intrigue. But why the longing? I really don't know. Other than the T in Boston countless times and the subway in NYC, I've really only been on three trains rides in my life. That trip that left Portland's old Union Station to see the Roy Rogers' Rodeo in Boston, a sightseeing trip to Washington DC via South Station in Boston and a day trip on the AmTrak Downeaster to walk the Freedom Trail in Boston are the extent of my 'life on trains'. So why the big pull to watch train movies? Maybe I need some counseling to discover my 'inner' train.