I recently found myself at one of Chicago Transit
Authority’s main stations where several train lines meet (the Howard station
where the Red, Purple, and Yellow lines do their thing together).
As I waited for the Purple train, I found myself mesmerized by the maze of train
tracks that lay before me. I had to get a photo of it.
Ever since I was a little bitty kid, I’ve been interested in
(obsessed by) train tracks. Whenever I’ve seen multiple tracks crossing and
switching together, I’ve found myself studying how the wheels of a train will
go from “this” rail to “that” rail. It’s just about the most fascinating thing
I can vividly remember when this interest began. I was three
years old and somehow my dad and I ended up on a foot-bridge overlooking the
Fort Worth Train Yard where myriads of lines converged and where hundreds of trains
cars separated and re-grouped.
I can still see the box cars as they negotiated the tangle of tracks and rumbled underneath our feet to be joined with an awaiting
I was spellbound. It's one of my earliest and most vivid memories.
So, when I saw this multitude of spaghetti tracks, I was
once again transfixed and captivated. I mean, just look at these tracks – -
you not be impressed with such complex, well-thought and creative engineering?
When I saw this, I instantly wished I had been so fortunate
as my dad; to have had a little son who would find such things as these tracks
so enthralling; someone I could share this train yard with.
Then, I realized that this little boy did exist.
He was right
there with me, awestruck and thrilled by these train tracks – he was just fifty
We enjoyed the train ride together. As we passed over the
incredibly complex switch-tracks, the little boy begged me to snap a photo of
And I did.