By Tim Rowland, Herald-Mail; September 23, 2019
I am not a train nut. I want to make that really clear. I cannot tell a Mecklenburg T7 steam locomotive from a Rock Island 887 by the sound of its whistle. I don’t know anything about stacks or stokers or spark arresters. I would not drive to Saskatchewan to watch the farewell voyage of the last remaining caboose.
But I like trains. Not necessarily in a nostalgic sense, but in a practical sense. As air travel has become increasingly uncivilized, the benefits of rail travel have become increasingly appealing.