WHY NOT LOAD IT WITH COAL?
The happenstance of geography is all that holds
me back : this mountain, that hill, and we are
so far apart. I often just don't know what to say.
We really must sit around these tables and chat
more often. My childhood years - though they
may seem a blur in re-telling - are actually quite
clear. That parking lot where you now are sitting,
it once was a Dairy Queen I remember. And, over
there, the big long trains used to roll, cars loaded
with coal, and then stop to off-load at these ramps.
Except everything is ghostly now, and I'm not even
any longer sure of what I'm seeing, or saying either.
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