{"id":24075,"date":"2022-06-13T21:08:07","date_gmt":"2022-06-13T21:08:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/?p=24075"},"modified":"2022-06-13T21:08:08","modified_gmt":"2022-06-13T21:08:08","slug":"life-island-times-savannah-trains-of-thought","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/life-island-times-savannah-trains-of-thought\/","title":{"rendered":"Life &#038; Island Times: Savannah Trains of Thought"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-24079\" src=\"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/061322-LIT1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"486\" height=\"254\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/061322-LIT1.jpg 486w, https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/061322-LIT1-300x157.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 486px) 100vw, 486px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-24078\" src=\"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/061322-LIT2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"486\" height=\"390\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/061322-LIT2.jpg 486w, https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/061322-LIT2-300x241.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/061322-LIT2-350x281.jpg 350w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 486px) 100vw, 486px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>When I stop for a train at an in-town Savannah RR crossing near our home, I see those lovely old boxcars with their faded painted lettering, those flat cars and those fat round tankers all lined up slowly rolling by, and I get quiet inside. I get what other men get from other things. I just feel better like I was when I was 8 or 9 year old with not a care in the world by the tracks with pennies for flattening on the rails by a slowly passing freight train.<\/p>\n<p>As a kid, I never idly sat about sipping at my Coke and waiting for something to happen. It wasn\u2019t going to happen. So, off I went with a pocketful of pennies to the train tracks.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s good to feel that good whenever you can, never needing a reason.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-24077\" src=\"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/061322-LIT3.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"453\" height=\"325\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/061322-LIT3.jpg 453w, https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/061322-LIT3-300x215.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/061322-LIT3-392x281.jpg 392w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 453px) 100vw, 453px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Back then I was never like the roses that did not bother to bloom when they should have. If the sun failed to rise, I became disgusted waiting for it and made other plans to bloom. My grade school nuns didn&#8217;t understand and thus some feared me. Others, lay teachers mostly, saw that something inside me that said, &#8220;roll the dice&#8221; and cultivated it. There was no lie in my fire. I owe them still.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-24076\" src=\"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/061322-LIT4.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"644\" height=\"405\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/061322-LIT4.jpg 644w, https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/061322-LIT4-600x377.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/061322-LIT4-300x189.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/061322-LIT4-447x281.jpg 447w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 644px) 100vw, 644px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Copyright 2022 My Aisle Seat<br \/>\nwww.vicsocotra.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I stop for a train at an in-town Savannah RR crossing near our home, I see those lovely old boxcars with their faded painted lettering, those flat cars and those fat round tankers all lined up slowly rolling by, and I get quiet inside. I get what other men get from other things. 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