Barb’s Burblings

I sometimes think how odd it is that I’m living in an apartment that’s maybe 50 yards from some fairly busy railroad tracks. When I was little, I remember seeing an episode of Amazing Stories about a train that goes through a boy’s house. (Apparently it was called “Ghost Train” and had something to do with the boy’s grandfather causing a train to crash.) Anyway, having seen that at the impressionable age of 6 (almost 7!), the image of a train hurtling into a house has stuck with me. Over the years, I’d hear train whistles and think about that show.

Most of the time, I don’t notice the train, or I’m just vaguely aware of it; usually, it’s just sort of a rumbling noise. But sometimes there’s a freight train that absolutely blows through town and it gets very loud and all I can think of is Amazing Stories. Which really isn’t cool, let me tell you.