The wind was sharper this close to the water. Hands trembling, Astrid hurried to zip her jacket before the ride operator checked her seatbelt. She wished her tremors had more to do with the chill in ... [+]
With a bit of whistling and a roll of the wrist I slipped into some rusty overalls to go parading around town and when I came home sputtering evening with coal in my hair my wife said, You're not my husband, you're a train and who was I to disagree? So I went to the rail yard, had a good sleep, and towed three tons of bricks to Bismarck, for which the locals were quite grateful.