We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
--there IS romance and mystery and symbolism all over the railroad. RR = rail road = ronald reagan --whose life and vision and attitude and aspect were always iron, spiked to wood/would, always had room for an parallel equal person, idea, policy, always knew where he was going, always stayed on track, always knew right how to get home, could carry the freight, pull the weight/wait, keep a schedule, blow off steam only at rest, conducter of business with all legal passengers, and always kept the red car last in line.
The dollar sign = an 'S' -for 'essen', ancient Celtic for food, eating, and the U S of A put a set of railroad tracks right through it, pointing up, or down, either way, your choice --or our choice.
Meanwhile, the from-away whining classes who moved to Maine to get away from the tri-state area madness have forced the train to quiet its whistle as it moves through the picturesque shopping town of Freeport. Reminiscent of the carpetbaggers who were buying up the million dollar waterfront condos in Portland and complaining about those pesky lobster boats firing up their engines at 4 a.m.
Hear My Train a-Comin'
Railroad technology is a fascinating blend of the old and the new. Norfolk Southern just replaced the whole section of rail bed from Columbia to Charleston south and to Charlotte north. Watching it was amazing - the machine chassises were definitely old school but retrofitted with new bedding machinery. The machine was about three boxcar lengths long. It pushed back the gravel fill, pulled out the rail nails, raised the rails, pulled out the old ties out, put the new ties in, filled the bed in with new gravel bedding and renailed the rails. If there was a rail fracture and they had to replace a rail (which they did in several places along the route I was watching them do), workers with torches would cut the old rail free, a new one would be put in place and they used thermite to fuse the new rail to the old rail without a break.
A lot of fun to watch and the railroad freight trains never stopped running the whole time.