Thursday, March 17, 2016

Wearing green?

Or just seeing green?

I mean, are you Irish?

I’m sure you’ve heard that Ks had a train crash in the past week. I knew, before his untimely death, a foreman for the R.R. that took care of those high speed rails out in that part of the system.

He was a biker – actually, he ran a small gang of colored bikers. By color I mean those with the patches and insignia and stuff. He was very  particular about details in his job. Errors were not really wanted and he could, when irritated with a worker, bear a sharp tongue and was ready if necessary to back his directions with strength.

All of which is besides the point. The train derailed, and my first question to myself was: Why.

Like most things, wait a while. I did and this was released:

NTSB says feed truck shifted train tracks before Amtrak derailment

WICHITA, Kan. – A truck used to deliver feed to a business where cattle are fattened hit a train track and shifted it at least a foot before an Amtrak train derailed in southwest Kansas and

All one can do is shake their heads and wish that others were as honest and straight foreword as that rail foreman and reported the  incident to the rail road. They’d probably have gaged the track before trouble came to call.

Those high speed tracks are very, very long. Longer than a normal track we are familiar with.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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