It’s a very lonely sound that breaks the quietness of the day or night. It’s the movement of the wheels making that click, click, click as the engine pulls it’s load along the track. Every train has it’s destination and the miles that it must travel are long and lonely. As lonely as the sound of that train whistle. The crossings tell a story as the locomotive moves pass the blinking lights and closed gates. Fifty, fifty one, fifty two each car passes linked to the next and carrying the cargo of choice to the destination.