Little guys and their Grandmas, big guys and their video recorders; the common denominator? A train - loud, smoky, reeking of diesel fuel. . .I love it - so do they - it seems to be the tie that binds the ages together. How does it happen? I've quit guessing. Maybe it's just part of the magic of life.
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