So on top of the hill, where the really expensive houses will (or might) eventually get built, I heard train whistles off in the distance. Now the Danbury branch of the Metro North Line passes a good 10 miles from my house as the crow flies so I was amazed to hear the whistles so clearly. That is the closest active railroad to where I live.
It was definitely eerie as the sun had set and it was getting very dark with just a smudge of orange/red in the western horizon.
BTW, I should mention that I live in a new house now in Connecticut. When I posted here three years ago, I was living up in northern Massachusetts.
I often think of this column, the answers and stories were so interesting. It’s nice to know those who love the sounds of trains.
Danbury? Mass?
I can imagine the eeriness. What a picture, sung going down nearly completely and the sound of the train whistle.
Fascinating.
Couple of nights ago heard this train blow it’s whistle at 1:30 am.
Have not heard it for long time, years, perhaps since when I wrote this column. There is a law in Tempe, Az that forbids the trains from blowing their whistles unless something is on the tracks.
Of course I wondered why the whistle was blown.
But I also thought of this column and those wonderful posts people wrote, including yours.