Thanks Dawn M. Miller for sharing your photo

The train rails were worn, covered in old stories of the good ol’ days. Blood, sweat, and tears poured upon this endless trail of iron. Especially in Summer’s heat, the work was hard. Someone had to do it, thus the age of booming industrial companies transporting cargo by train. The express ones, where passengers rested, were along tracks of gorgeous Cuyahoga forrest scenery. Up and down Ohio’s east side, history resonated with every choo-choo and every whistle horned.

The familiar old sounds sound a bit like heaven.

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13 thoughts on “#FF Almost Heaven

        1. How cool. I lived across from Wheeling, WV for 18 years. The trains are as familiar to my ears as my heartbeat.

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