Everything Runs Through It

Cowtown:

A river runs through it.

An interstate runs through it.

Train tracks also run through it.

One of the cool things about living here is having to stop for passing trains.  Here I sit Thursday waiting for a mile long north bound freight train to pass through this intersection.  During a busy day it's nice to be forced to stop and smell - -- depending on your outlook on life- - -  the flowers or the diesel exhaust spewed by the engines of the freight train. 

A shitload of trains pass through Cowtown every hour of the day or night.  There's never any shortage.  Take for example Amtrak.  One Amtrak passenger train going south at 2:30 a.m..  One Amtrak passenger train going north at 3:30 a.m.  You gotta be an early bird to want to ride Amtrak.

It's another warm day with temps hitting 80.  It's 49 at the lake as I write this.  I'm just waiting for a bit more warmth before heading that way.  It's boat repair day.  Always something needing fixing. 

Sunday is picture day with Robin, our professional photographer.  She'll be on the dock at 4 for our annual photo shoot.  Once again Wifey, Grace and yours truly will be Robin's subjects.  One of the photos will be used on our Christmas cards. 

This will be the seventh year that Robin has photographed the three of us.  We time the "shoot" with Grace's birthday.  It's nice to have a record of what she looked like every year at this time.  And I guess it's good to see what we looked like for each of the seven years.  It's expensive but as I look back at six years of pictures it's easy to see that it was well worth it.

After all, it was the way we were..........