Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life |
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Introduction My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes. Sinasohn.Net
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Sunday, March 29, 2009 She came into view as we rounded the curve. She was breathtaking. Beautiful beyond compare. Quite literally, she brought tears to my eyes, framed as she was against a backdrop of trees and bushes. If you've never felt your heart pounding its way into your ears and been unable to breathe for fear of making such a vision disappear before you have a chance to give your emotions voice, you haven't lived. Dare I say it was love? Sure, there are problems -- Rachel, for one, and then there's the whole environmental thing. And she's not really what you'd call a cheap date. All in all, it was destined to be a short-lived relationship -- far too short, of course -- but I'm glad to have been a part of it. She was big, and black, and normally, the smoke she exhaled would have been a major turn-off, but some how she managed to make it a part of her beauty -- the smoke drifting wistfully in the wind, a visual and olfactory reminder of her presence. As if I needed that, however -- she wasn't loud, but there wasn't a person there that didn't hear her. And yet, she had no need to vie for attention -- she got it, instantly and commandingly, but in a soft and gentle way. She, of course, was Southern Pacific 2472, the big 4-6-2 steam locomotive restored and maintained by the Golden Gate Railroad Museum. I took Jared, Sara, Ezra, and one of their friends over to the Niles Canyon Railway for the Springtime Steam event. Instead of the usual engine, they were running SP 2472 as a fund raiser. From the web announcement: "Go back in time for a train ride behind big steam in historic Niles Canyon! Treat yourself and your family to a ride behind a beautifully restored 1921 steam locomotive pulling historic and open cars on a segment of the original transcontinental railroad through scenic Niles Canyon." We all had a blast, but I think I might have enjoyed it even more than the kids.
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