I've got to write this down before I forget it. Scene: this morning waiting for the train in WS.

And old man walks up and leans on the railing above me, and lights a cig.

Old man: 'How long do you think those rocks have been there?' He gestures toward the track.
Will: 'Don't they dump new loads on them every year?'
OM: 'Nope. You see they need those rocks, you know, the track gets warped. Doesn't go in a straight line anymore.'
W: 'Oh.'
OM: 'You know, the Afro-Americans used to work on the tracks - back in 1919, 1920, 1921. I used to build train engines.'
W: 'Over in McCook at GM Electromotive?'
OM: 'Yep. I can't believe these fucking idiots that try to beat the train. They try to run in front of it like fucking idiots.'
***the train pulls up***
W: 'Well, nice talking to you.'
OM: 'Yep.'