When I was a teenager we lived right across from the railroad tracks. I used to sit on the porch and watch the train go by and look for bums on the open cars. When I did see them go by I would wave at them. I use to walk down the tracks to the old lumber mill by the slough. The ties were never spaced evenly enough to just walk on them. I would have to leap a small leap to miss the rocks. I lived between the Kootenai River and the railroad tracks in Bonners Ferry, Idaho. Sometimes I miss that ‘ol whistle blowin’.
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