Race the Train
I have found a new unemployment pastime. Leaving the vaunted halls of H.P. Core, I was following the father-unit and we played “Race the Train”. Now don’t get all sassy. It’s not: “Let’s run the crossing while its down” or anything dumb like that. It is more like “We were stuck behind a north-south train, then had to race the east-west train that was waiting…
August 17, 2001