But Who Is Driving The Train?
The Station this morn came to mind, maybe more so as today marks 9/11, and the last time I spoke to mom was some days after, all we spoke about was that, and 6 weeks or so later she was gone, it’s been 17 years. I wished I’d said other things, but, there you go, ya never know. That Station, originally I saw it when … Continue reading But Who Is Driving The Train?