Trains
We live five blocks away from a switching yard. We can hear them begin to line up the cars around 4:30 in the morning. Sometimes the switch is made with a huge crash that sounds like an explosion. and then there are the train horns sometimes blasting away very half minute at 2 in the morning.
The tracks cross many streets in Beaumont and there doesn’t seem to be a schedule.
However, when announcements are made about shipping armaments and various vehicles overseas for a conflict, the trains are already loaded and on their way.
The train was filled with Jeeps and large trucks all destined for Europe and loading in our shipyard. I was stuck in traffic for half an hour while they off-loaded onto the ship.
I rarely post anything reflecting political views or my opinion about world events. There are plenty of others doing so. I do not agree with many of them—but there is enough unpleasantness in this world. I do not need to add to it.
I choose to focus on ‘normal’ events; hoping others will find them interesting or entertaining or at minimum a brief respite from the cares and worries of the world.
And it didn’t take us long to get used to the train switching noise; the blocked streets and train horn at night are annoying at best.
Sylvia Weir Art 