The railroad

My grandpa tells the story that he used to walk down these train tracks to school everyday.
My grandma says her cousin used to work at the train depot downtown.
"There used to be a depot right here, too, around the corner" my Grandpa said as we drove past, "but I guess it's all closed up now."
"I guess everything's closed up now," said Grandma. "The grocery store, the post office, the school. Even the mill now."

The train does still come through town. Slowly, sometime before noon.
It stops at the co-op, to ship produce to wherever it must be needed. And then it moves slowly on its way again.
The slowness of a past way of life is leaving us.

Railroad Tracks