Thursday, November 12, 2009
Our Lonely Tracks
It took us awhile to notice, and of course, Cuppa was the first. It was last spring, and she hadn't noticed hearing any trains lately.
We used to hear them a lot in this community. Pretty well everyone is close enough to the tracks that we could hear the whistles blowing at all hours of the day and night.
Then they stopped.
Shortly after she noticed there was a piece in the local paper about the silence of the tracks. Apparently, the main user was a different company than that which owns the tracks. With the recession causing a decline in traffic, the company with the traffic was able to handle all of their own needs on their own tracks.
And silence descended on our town.
My guess is that the trains are gone for good, and although the whistles could be aggravating at times, they're missed regardless.