My dad is an attorney for a big railroad company, and, at the close of this most recent case, a couple of the grumpy, southern men he represents made him a mix CD of twenty-four songs about trains. He listens to it any time he's in the car, and anybody riding with him hears about how neat he thinks it is. It's pretty adorable. I really want to get him a Lionel set one of these days.
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