Christmas Tree Story #8: Clickety Clack. In 1991, I moved into a house in North Houston. Several weeks passed and I could not understand why I was sleeping so well. It took me a while to figure it out, but the house was located within about... 300 yards of a railroad track. During the night, trains would pass through...clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack.
My Nanny and Papaw (my mother's parents) lived on Abe street where the railroad tracks cross the boulevard directly in front of their house. My brother David and I used to sit on their front porch and watch the trains go by. When we would spend the night I remember laying in bed listening to the sounds of the train. It became quite therapeutic and relaxing.
I absolutely love trains; especially the sounds they make. These sounds may very well have been an impetus for my next Christmas Tree story.
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