All the Live Long Day
I’m writing this column on this insanely busy Mother’s Day. Sequential visits with our moms meant we were looping back through Forney without a moment to spare. Our plans were dashed as we sat and watched from a quarter mile back in a long line of cars. The arms were down. The signal was flashing. There was a train, a very slow train. Instantly, I felt my anxiety rise. If we couldn’t make this visit in time, we could easily compromise the next visit, the one where I finally got to see my own kids. This stupid train was ruining everything. It always does, right? I mean, it makes our kids late to school. It makes us late for appointments. Sometimes, it shuts the entire town down for hours at a time. You’ve never felt a mom panic like you have when we’ve raced from one crossing to another to find out that they’re all blocked at 7:59 am. Trains are nothing more than noisy, frustrating, graffiti laden eyesores that ruin commutes. Except, that’s not what happened today. But first, let’s talk trains.
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