When a train blares its horn at 7 a.m. on a Sunday morning as it passes through Myrtle Edwards Park, is it warning somebody to get out of the way? Telling me to get up and read the paper? Instructing my girlfriend to flip over and put the pillow over her head? I like to imagine a narrow miss and a relieved conductor -- even though I know computers drive trains these days.
--j
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