Day 58: It's raining this morning and we just passed a small white house where I could see the light on in what I image to be the kitchen. The classic metal swingset sat abandoned in their back yard, waiting for spring evenings when the kids can play on it along with the mud that that is bound to grab at their shoes and make their mother frustrated. Inside, I imagine breakfast was being made. It's a scrambled egg kind of morning and the mother pops in the toast as the baby sits at the tale high chair eating dry Cheerios. The piano, a prized possession looking far to big for the dining room where it has been placed, is playing a lovely rendition of "Old MacDonald" (black keys only) and PB&J sandwiches sit in the pink/purple and 2 red lunch boxes (one labled with a sloppy "Trey" due to the disasterous day he had gotten his brother's lunch and was stuck with raisins instead of grapes). The mother is enjoying a moment of solitude in her cozy kitchen. Seconds later the toast pops up, the boys, racing to the kitchen, begin a tussle on the floor over who can get into their chair first, the baby , giggling at the boys, throws her plastic bowl onto 
the floor, and verse 7 of "Old MacDonald" shatters into an angry pouding after one too many mistakes. The train keeps moving, the rain keeps falling, and life continues for the little white house with lights on in the kitchen.
the floor, and verse 7 of "Old MacDonald" shatters into an angry pouding after one too many mistakes. The train keeps moving, the rain keeps falling, and life continues for the little white house with lights on in the kitchen. Picture: The African American solidier in front of me was reading Obama's biography Audacity of Hope. I know this because I read it for class and recognized the chapter title "Race". For some reason I just found this interesting...
Day 57: Yes
terday on the train I spent a lot of time looking out the window and was shocked at all the junk that can be found along the tracks! I decided to do it again today and record what I saw...Quantico -->Woodbridge: *2 deer*old train tracks (boulders, large metal pieces, wood)*t-shirt*yellow 5 gallon bucket*Styrofoam bait box*recycle bin*2 captain seats from van*tires (100+)*TRASH* boulders (20)*loading crate tray (2)*white 5 gallon bucket (6)*5 door screens*traffic cone*metal barrel*construction barrel*baby pool**The sturdy crate boxes (2x the size of refrigerators) were stacked at least 5 high and 10 deep for nearly 2 city blocks length. I don't understand why the homeless wouldn't stay in them; they actually are somewhat spacious. Of course, judging y the excess of cans around them, perhaps they do...I'm stopping my list after several stops; it's raining and the glare from the cabin lights is making me dizzy as I look past my own reflection into this dreary day. To be honest, I don't really get it, I live quite far from downtown and kinda in the boonies, who comes out here to mess it up! It occurs to me as I turn my head to the other side of the car to see the beautiful Potomac that everyone does just that..ignoring the trash and allowing it to simply accommodate.
terday on the train I spent a lot of time looking out the window and was shocked at all the junk that can be found along the tracks! I decided to do it again today and record what I saw...Quantico -->Woodbridge: *2 deer*old train tracks (boulders, large metal pieces, wood)*t-shirt*yellow 5 gallon bucket*Styrofoam bait box*recycle bin*2 captain seats from van*tires (100+)*TRASH* boulders (20)*loading crate tray (2)*white 5 gallon bucket (6)*5 door screens*traffic cone*metal barrel*construction barrel*baby pool**The sturdy crate boxes (2x the size of refrigerators) were stacked at least 5 high and 10 deep for nearly 2 city blocks length. I don't understand why the homeless wouldn't stay in them; they actually are somewhat spacious. Of course, judging y the excess of cans around them, perhaps they do...I'm stopping my list after several stops; it's raining and the glare from the cabin lights is making me dizzy as I look past my own reflection into this dreary day. To be honest, I don't really get it, I live quite far from downtown and kinda in the boonies, who comes out here to mess it up! It occurs to me as I turn my head to the other side of the car to see the beautiful Potomac that everyone does just that..ignoring the trash and allowing it to simply accommodate. 
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