I love my town. I really, really do. I love everything about it with my whole heart.
Except for one thing.
I’m sure you know by now I live near the railroad tracks as I live right beside downtown. In fact, from our master bathroom you can see the top of the trains as they go by (and you certainly can hear them!).
Anyway, every once in a while a train will break down on the tracks. And when this happens you can’t cross the tracks at any point for a few miles–yep, trains are that long.
Today one stopped, I assume it broke down, and we couldn’t cross the tracks for over an hour. AN HOUR. (Of course, we could just go down the road for a couple of miles and cross there, but I’m too lazy)
And for an hour I heard the railroad crossing ding ding ding from my front yard as I worked. I thought I would go insane.
The RR crossing at the end of our street. All blocked.