A general merchandise train headed west through Roanoke this evening. I arrived at the tracks just as the locomotives passed and waved at the conductor. Beveled wheels of box cars squealed through the crossovers. Cement and grain hoppers thundered by, heavy with cargo. Some proudly wore the Norfolk Southern logo, some dressed only with recording marks.
Shaffers Crossing Yard, the train's destination, sits but a mile up the tracks. Past the Sunbeam bakery and the hump, around the bend in the tracks. On cooler evenings, sometimes I make my down there.
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