one of my favorite things is stopping for a railroad crossing at night, when I'm one of the few cars on the road. I turn off the engine and roll the windows down. I love listening to the sounds that the signals make. they hum and squeak as the barriers rise up and clatter into place in the wake of the train. I don't think many people think about that; they focus on the whistle and roar of the train and the ding of the warning bells.

I stopped for one tonight--in the middle of all this incredible fog to boot--and just wanted to share.