February 9th, 2006

I, and Suzanne, are on a train traveling across the country. I look out our passenger car's windows at the woods we are passing through. Once out of the woods, we pass through a prairie and marsh along a body of water. I see a giant metal pillar in the distance. I look more closely and see it is a giant crane and part of a bridge, It appears that the the project was quit partway through. A shame. Then another train passes us going the other way. It's siren blares. Suzanne turns to me.
"I hate the whistle on that train," she says. "The whistles used to be steam powered, but now the train plays a recording of a steam whistle."