When you love trains and you love twilight you take this photograph.
Eleven years ago this weekend, my brother died at age 56. He loved trains, too.
He called his train set, which rivaled Amtrak’s northeast corridor in terms of … Read the rest
Lover of Trains
I had watched him watching for the train standing on the yellow line.
When it finally came, he ran to his mother, arms waving, “The train is coming. The train is coming.”
When the train left the station, his mother … Read the rest
Holocaust Museum Field Trip
I can’t get it out of my mind.
Two of my grand nieces and nephews were on field trips the same day but their trips were not to the Holocaust Museum in Washington, DC.
All, though, traveled by bus through … Read the rest