This evening I had one of those, ‘I’ve HAD it,’ moments with ‘the world is my ashtray’ people, and I wanted to share it with everyone.
A bit of background. My husband and I live on the edge of a small village of about 120 people. North, West and mostly South of us there is planting fields for several miles. Unfortunately, the village is divided by a railroad, because it grew up around several coal mines in the area, now long closed.
This is an active line, meaning several freight trains come through here daily, and a couple of times a month rail workers come through on their special trucks and such. Earlier this year they removed a relatively unknown and small crossing to the west of us that took locals over to an old garbage dump that serves as a gun plinking area and ATV trails. Since the crossing removal, traffic was virtually eliminated, as the service road to our house leads to that crossing a few hundred feet farther.
They have decided to reopen that crossing and did some work on it today, and here’s where it leads into my letter to these workers: (I tried very hard not to be profane. Please tell me I didn’t go overboard. I was so angry. I briefly considered sending a more heat filled letter to their headquarters, but I think I’ll wait and see what happens in this case.) 0911-14
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