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memory was one night sitting on top a mountain looking down on a coal train as it emerged from a tunnel. It was a black night, the clouds covered the moon. The train was hauling a heavy load up a steep grade, so there was some drama waiting for the train to appear. The light and sound came well before the engine.
That happened on Halloween. I was at a party in Lee County Ky. We were not in any condition to be navigating that ridge on a pitch black night, but it was ultimately rewarding because of the show that coal train gave us. Not sure if we lost anyone on that ridge, but we could have done without the Frankenstein wearing ass-less chaps.
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