Near our house, the Skunk Train makes it's twice daily sojourn. Leaving it's downtown station, the little train (sometimes pulled by a steam engine, sometimes diesel) chugs past our neighbors' houses, turning it's back on the ocean and traveling above Pudding Creek into the woods. Today, on this 23rd of September, we left a message for it's heavy wheels to read. As those steel rollers traveled over the little images of Abe and the Lincoln Memorial, perhaps it felt something. Perhaps not.
Choo-choooooo! Chug-a-chuga.
for you, Carah!
