sight and sound of them always made me feel secure. The big boxcars,
the iron ore cars, freight cars, passenger trains, Pullman cars. There
was no place you could go in my hometown without at least some part of
the day having to stop at intersections and wait for the long trains
to pass. Tracks crossed the rural roads and ran alongside them as
well. The sound of trains off in the distance more or less made me
feel at home, like nothing was missing, like I was at some level
place, never in any significant danger and that everything was fitting
together."
Bob Dylan, Chronicles vol. 1, p.31
