The daylight has departed me and the night sky has joined me. The snow whips around outside my window and the wind makes sharp crackling sounds on the building. Nary a switch engine or local roams the rails tonight, only a lonely freight. No phone is ringing, no Trainmaster calling, no gunfire from hostile neighborhoods, not even a lone trespassing citizen of the city. Silent for the moment. Soon a crew will call, a customer will inquire about a lost shipment of flour, but for now, I cherish the silence while working the lonely job of a Yardmaster. How peaceful silence is.
Jeremy (2nd shift Saginaw Bay Southern Rwy Yardmaster)
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