tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11125127.post116347866063918947..comments2023-05-02T10:52:43.408-04:00Comments on Church of the Big Sky: The hungry pavement & the mourning tracksMerujohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14123831956012950960noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11125127.post-1163681002451044612006-11-16T07:43:00.000-05:002006-11-16T07:43:00.000-05:00I just read a follow-up article in the WaPo and re...I just read a follow-up article in the WaPo and realized what an ass I was to leave the kind of comment I did earlier. Trains have a nostalgic effect, but the larger story--both in the Post and in your blog--was the tragedy of this little boy's death and the deaths of so many others in your part of North Bethesda. I'm sorry I got so caught up in the happier memories and completely passed over the real point.<BR/><BR/>I can't imagine how the parents of little Luke must feel or how the gentleman who hit him must be feeling. I only know, every time I see/approach a jaywalker in my car, my heart skips a beat. The thought of hitting someone is horrifying.Janet Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01396294382570650966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11125127.post-1163562167748299602006-11-14T22:42:00.000-05:002006-11-14T22:42:00.000-05:00Wow. Mighty fine piece of writing there, M.I have ...Wow. Mighty fine piece of writing there, M.<BR/><BR/>I have my own train memories/stories, but their moods seem particularly off-kilter to your tale. Another time...Clairehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06168243108016358137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11125127.post-1163537698287345392006-11-14T15:54:00.000-05:002006-11-14T15:54:00.000-05:00I know what you mean about the soothing sound of t...I know what you mean about the soothing sound of trains. Growing up in Utah, we lived five blocks from the train depot and switching yard. The clickety-clack of the trains, their mournful whistles, and the mystery of where they were headed remains a comfort to me. I live about four blocks from the Metro and CSX rail lines here in NW and I love hearing the trains come through, especially at night.<BR/><BR/>There's something romantic and nostalgic about a train, isn't there?<BR/><BR/>I also remembering riding the trains in Austria. I loved the big picture windows that let you see the alps and the quaint villages that dot the Land of Mountains and Streams.<BR/><BR/>When I'm not traveling on business to NYC, I prefer traveling by train. <BR/><BR/>My cousin, John, always wanted to be a train engineer when he was a little kid. Of all the grandkids/cousins, he's the only one who actually went on to do what he dreamed. He now lives in Cheyenne, WY, and rebuilds boilers and engines for train museums around the country. Before that, he was an engineer on the Heber Valley Railroad (aka The Heber Creeper) in Heber, UT.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the memories!Janet Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01396294382570650966noreply@blogger.com