Coming home from work usually takes 20 minutes, 25 if I hit all the red lights. Today the train crossing arms came down across one of the busiest streets in our city. Why they haven't built a bridge or tunnel so the train bypasses such a busy throughway boggles my mind. Anyway, that infernal train inched it's way across the tracks, then stopped, completely blocking all four lanes of the highway. After 10 minutes, during which time the train did not move an inch, I was able to make my way to a spot where I could turn around and take an alternate, albeit longer, route home. I was able to get within 1/2 mile of my house. I could even see the street where I turn into our development! But, alas, it was not to be. The spot where another set of train tracks crosses this portion of Bakersfield is being renovated. Road closed. Now I had to make another detour BACK to the highway I had left 15 minutes before. This time, however, I entered the highway on the other side of that dadgum train track. What should have taken 20 minutes took 45.As I was about to pound my head into my steering wheel in frustration, the song "I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues" came on the radio. Which reminded me how many blues songs include the subject of trains and now I know why. Check these titles out:
Train Whistle Blues
Boxcar Blues
Seminole Coal Train Blues
C&NW Railroad Blues
A friend told me not to forget Folsom Prison Blues, of course!
...and my favorite (although maybe not a blues song, technically) Locomotive Breath
I thank God for giving me a reason to laugh today!
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