trains

I adore trains.

Freight, passenger, the L; anything that runs on rails. My grandfather taught me to count and add, subtract and multiply while we sat on the back porch of the house on 6th Avenue in Coraopolis, PA. We’d watch the trains move freight, coal and who knows what else along the Ohio River. He’d tell me stories about where the trains originated and where they might be going while I’d count the cars. Ambridge? J&L I’d ask? Not that I really knew what Ambridge or J&L was. Nah! He’d always make up a much better destinations and some funny stories.

In Chicago, I can sit at S. Prairie Ave and E. 16th St. and have a close up view of the trains making the turn to the Union Pacific yards or as they start a journey West. Perhaps to Seattle?

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