Sitting here working on my second cup of coffee as the freight train moves east toward Brainerd, blowing it's horn as it crosses the intersection nearby. Harkens back to a simpler place and time of my youth when you could tell it was 9:30 p.m. as that's when the southbound freight train crossed a nearby road and blew it's horn. It was very punctual. You could set your watch by it and never be off more than a couple minutes. Pleasant memories. What were some sounds you always enjoyed hearing? Another was during fall harvest time when the crops were being worked. Tractors, combines, and hay wagon trains all putting in their time, getting the crops out of the field before the snow flew.
Same sound memory for me, whenever we visited my grandparents in Virginia, i.e,. that train horn in the distance, all hours of the day and night. It was actually a comforting sound.
