When we were kids our parents took us to Canada. We spent the day on the Ottawa train ride. (Or whatever it's called.) My point...that's a memory I have carried all my life. The scenery you see along that ride is breathtaking.
And....that's my memory of a train. Like Ester, I think there is something cool about the old steam engines. Smoke billowing around them as they blow down the track. I love Kid Rock's song "Cowboy". When he says, "you can hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in...like dust in the wind..."
Trains are bad-ass. You all know my sissy is also bad-ass, and more so than a train ever will be. So...as you observe this art and exclaim, "what the fuck!?" Instead, think "wicked!"
Ester, here is your train....with a twist of course. The only thing badder than that train is your bad-ass brother. When you see this picture, you see you. Now, see the train...that train is me. We're both rollin' into your town. Full-steam ahead. Middle fingers in the air. We're a memory you will not soon forget. My sister and I will leave our mark. That's what we do. So put a finger in the air and yell..."Fuck You!"
(Copyright M.S. 2011, All Rights Reserved)
2 comments:
1984--that was a good year!! I love this. I love my kids.
The MOM
This cracks me up - how much that picture looks like me a few years ago! Yikes! LOL. I remember that trip very well too - we were all home-schooled then, and an old man asked us if we were playing Hookey. Mom explained that we were on a field trip, and I had to ask her what "Playing Hookey" meant - I thought it had something to do with prostitution!
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