Radio.

Love to listen to the radio, sometimes it's like your own soundtrack. I work with a guy who lives on the next block, we share rides sometimes. He's close to sixty, Nam vet, First Cav. Tough old man, still wears his hair long. We get in his old Ford after punching out tonight, he turns the key and the radio comes on. Always oldies in his car, that heavy thump at the beginning of "Fortunate Son" as soon as the car turns over. I'm thinking wow, just like a movie. We get stuck at the RR crossing just down from the dock, freight cars as long as you can see. I'm waiting for him to say something, something important.

..........."Fuckin' train".............

That said it all.