Train tag

When I was a kid we lived on the outskirts of a nascent industrial park/declining military base. Consequently, there was a freight train line that serviced the area. Since we were pretty much at the end of the line the train was moving at a snail's pace by the time it got to us.

That's right friends and neighbors, the railroad company was veritably begging the neighborhood rats to mount their bicycles and engage in a friendly game of train tag. And no, we didn't wear helmets.

Now this was in the days before high tech trains so there was still a brakeman riding in the caboose who's sole job was yelling at the game participants which was interpreted to be the railroad equivalent of "hey you kids, get off my lawn."

There really weren't a lot of rules to the game but I remember there were three very important rules. The first involved convincing the locomotive engineer to give us half a toot on his train horn. The second was throwing rocks at the brakeman. But the third rule was sacrosanct, inviolable and adhered to without exception to wit, when the train comes through get off the goddamn track!

Other than that, game on!

It don't mean a thing...

Be Lonely

Slow hot wind

Angel flying too close to the ground

Don't Stop

Wise One

Oh wise one
I've been told you're truth and the light
there have been so many others who came in your name
please answer me true

Reveal the mysteries of life
God's wisdom sometimes I can't comprehend
Take me wise one
straight to the path
of the living waters

Oh wise one
I've been told you're truth and the light
lead this blind man out of darkness
please open my eyes so that I may see

How do I conquer myself
A war is raging inside for my soul
Take me wise one
Straight to the path of the living waters

Dwight Trible