Train, Train Go Away

Tonight we find ourselves camped in the shadows between a baseball shed and a fence, the kind with barbed wire on top. The fence is there to (presumably) keep teenagers and other stupid people from running gleefully up the steep embankment to the welcoming railroad tracks. I kept looking at this fence as I set up tent, wondering why in my hometown it was so easy to just mosey on up to the steel rails without care and casually place a few pennies on the track to have a few copper pancakes later. Then, as if it had heard my silent question, the train answered. We could hear the whistle blast well before we could see it, and soon it was grating and screeching metalically just above our heads. This was about an hour ago, and that was the first of three that have passed since we arrived. Now don't get me wrong, trains are cool, and it's hard to complain about "free" camping, but after witnessing the regularity of the railroad 'round here, I'm beginning to underdstand the benefit of paying for my own lunch. I also understand why they built this fence.
Thanks to today's sponsor, Carly again. Don't worry, we don't blame you if the trains keep us up all night, Carly (I swear I just heard a distant whistle). Carly enjoys special status as the only person I know to leave an Old 97s concert early. That I do blame you for. I hope you're all enjoying a fun-filled train-free Saturday night, talk to ya soon.
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