When I was really young I would often get held-up waiting for a train while headed to school. It was a spur and a classification spur. So often they would sit, go back, go forward. If I drove my car that day it didn't matter I could read. If I rode that day, I was somehow curious exactly what was going on and what the process was. There was one person working near the road. Later in life I did jobs in runner repair buildings and such. Everyone was always so nice. I liked getting called to those spots.
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