Maybe I’m nostalgic, but I don’t think so.  I wasn’t even interested in trains when we stopped to let the kids ride this one on the Western Maryland Railroad.  We were waiting at the station when around to bend came the building clamor and the hellish black plume of the steam train.  I stood a little too close to the edge of the platform as the engine pulled up spewing heat, smoke, steam, noise and filth. Damn what a machine.

beautiful filth

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