It’s a rainy, gloomy kind of day and I’m feeling a little sad. Beside the weather bringing me down, here’s what’s happened. I work across from a rail yard and have been here for a long time. I like trains. I’ve liked them since I was 4. I like the noise they make. I like counting the cars. I’ve never been on a long train ride, but it is on my list of things to do. Anyway, at the end of the rail yard across from where I am, there sits an old flat train car with a little crane on it, all painted up nice and safety yellow, and on the same track sits an old caboose. It’s so cute, has the little turret top on it, looks like it’s in great condition…..that is it was in great condition until today……We heard a noise and looked across the road and…..WTH!?!?!!!….there’s a big hoe with big pincher-grabber thing and it’s tearing apart the flatbed!! Oh no, why? Why oh why would anyone do that? Then when the hoe was done tearing apart the crane, it scooted on over, and started in on the caboose. It grabbed on the top and flipped it over on its side, the wheels fell off, and then the ginormous hoe started tearing it apart……I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to leave and go home (actually it was lunchtime, which helps with a dramatic exit)….with a heavy heart I went home and bitterly complained and shared my sad story, complete with pictures, with He Who Listens Patiently, heard my cries of, “How could they?” “Why? Why? Why? Would they do that?” and finally “How come nobody asked me if they could tear down the caboose?”……to which he gently replied, “It wasn’t your caboose.”……and I not so gently replied, “I know that! But I liked it and if someone would have just asked me if I wanted it, I would have said yes.” ……Not quite sure where I would have put it, but I would have found a place, but it really doesn’t matter now…..I came back to work after lunch and looking out the windows, the rain running down reminds me of tears….it’s all gone, the flatbed, the caboose, there is nothing left but a pile of scrap….I’m sure the rail people have a plan and I’m sure there was no memo to consult with me but jeepers……Always remember and never forget: I think I can, I think I can, I think I can……I mean if a train doesn’t stop at your station, then it’s not your train.