Just after the kids went to bed tonight we had a southbound CSX train work its way down our track. Knowing my backyard train watching chances will soon be over, I hopped up from the living room for one more pass. As I watched from the warm moonlit deck, I saw the train driver wait until he was past our yard before he throttled up again.
The crew was tiptoeing through our neighborhood. Seeing that kinda choked me up.
We may never again be lucky enough to live next to the rails, and potential homebuyers might not get it, but I know we’ll always have a special regard for the men and women of CSX.
C.O., Don, and the crews we haven’t yet met: we’re sure going to miss your visits!
when you’re done sobbing, this photo needs a caption contest.
Uh no. This needs a caption contest.