“It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry”
Mike Essig
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FYI. Also, I love trains. Trains make me feel a unique mixture of laugh/cry. The laugh is for all the things they have that must get somewhere, the cry is for the movement of those things. Thing movement has been a theme for my life due to the careers of my relatives. I line them up now as train cars: One of my uncles was an engineer for Southern Pacific. One of my uncles was a postmaster. One of my uncles was a rocket scientist. One of my uncles was a fireman. One of my uncles was a cowboy. One of my uncles was the CEO of a trucking company. One of my uncles was a mechanical engineer. My dad worked for the “telephone company.” If if this collection of uncles (yeah, I included my dad, but I have two dozen cousins) were gold, I’d be an Oprah equivalent. And now, The End:

“caboose (n.)

online etymology dictionary

1747, “ship’s cookhouse,” from Middle Dutch kambuis “ship’s galley,” from Low German kabhuse “wooden cabin on ship’s deck;” probably a compound whose elements correspond to English cabin and house (n.). Railroading sense is by 1859.”

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