It's no coincidence that less then 30 minutes after Trump finished his speech that when I went outside for a smoke and heard something I haven't heard since 9/11.
The pulsating throbbing of the massive diesels of a big train pulling freight south to head thru Washington D.C. I can not remember how far away the tracks are from my house; but, trust me...they are miles away.
This train was being driven by an operator who knows how to make his presence known. The kind of engineer you want at the controls of a massive freight train heading into snow bound Rockies so he causes an avalanche before the train is in danger.
Maybe I'll look it up on a map later, maybe I will not.
The fact remains, while having a smoke I could hear it's engines many miles away.
And then, after my watch hit 1pm...the trains air horn began to sound.
I.K., curiosity got better of me. Apx., 5 miles. Considering that only thing between me and tracks is Patuxent wildlife area south of aft. Meade. No surprise the sound carried. After all...I can lie awake at night in the summer and listen to the beautiful sounds of the race track at night. Those sounds used to put me to sleep at night dreaming about things we'd see in American Graffiti.