I caught the disease from my grandfather alongside the right of way of the CN&W where he would pull his Pontiac over to the side of the road for that frightening and awesome steam creature, that bellowed, hissed and looked like a mechanical cat slinking along two rails with fire and smoke. We stood by, and he would say,as we got into the car "Isnt that something?" Its multi-generational. I always waved at cabooses as a kid, always dreamed of distant places..its hard to resist and theres no cure. Thank heavens.
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