A Published Comment.

Always loved trains. Old neighbourhood had plenty - the way from the east of the continent to the Loop runs rite through the South Side. House ringed by traxx. To the East the ones just west of Western - 2/3d's of a mile. To the North the ones on 49th - 1 1/2m away. To the South, the ones along 76th - 1 5/8th mile. And to the West, the Central Park traxx - 1 1/2m away.

The North Side - not really train oriented @ all. But did manage to live rite next to those glorious Metra Traxx when I lived @ The Lunt House and then in Uptown address on Wolcott. Always prized heard was the outgusts of 'steam' from the idling trains @ both stops I lived by.

Graduate school #1 = a faved spot ot hang and hang and hang was by traxx just south of the Northern Illinois campus - huge massive long express trains careening through town just bustling and whistling. We'd hang out @ 2am just waiting for the tell tale sign - green lites on the signal box - and knew our prize would be near. We had a tradition - we'd sneak as close to the tracks as possible, feeling the woosh, and then when it passed @ 70mph or whatever, we'd jump on the tracks to feel the turbulence of the just past train.

Kids. Joker and I were main culprits, but others were in our gnostic sect.

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