Denny wrote:

Not pleasant at all, and to have 2 or 3 trains an hour go by
belching black all over the wash on the line must have been hell...

My mother grew up not far from the tracks in Waynesville, NC. She told me that
when the whistle blew for crossings a few miles away, everyone rushed to get the
laundry off the lines. Sometimes you didn't make it.

George Patterson
Drink is the curse of the land. It makes you quarrel with your neighbor.
It makes you shoot at your landlord. And it makes you miss him.