I Love the Sound of the Train
Monday, June 6th, 2016
I was just sitting in my office at home and heard the sound of a train rolling by my house. I can't be 50 yards from the tracks, and I just love it. When I was a little kid, I'd visit my grandparents in a little town in upstate Indiana, and from the room we'd see in, we could hear the trains go by. They were a lot further away than the trains that run by my house, but I loved the sound then, and maybe I love the sound now because of what it meant to me then.
Memories are powerful things. I'd like to hold onto the good ones, and let go of the bad, but life isn't like that. You have to accept the bad ones, and enjoy the good. That's what life is about.