Living within proximity to railroad tracks. Bossy just spent the week with a friend in Southern California, and her house is situated a stone’s throw from several train lines, from passenger to freight. Bossy never tires of the rumble — it’s just not one of those sounds that rattles Bossy.
furiousball saysOctober 5, 2010 at 10:27 am
i concur, just like the ocean. good, good white noise
Robin saysOctober 5, 2010 at 1:20 pm
Oh how the trains comfort me. Very often they are the only sounds I’ll hear all day, aside from the birds and the dogs. And the husband squawking,
BossysMom saysOctober 5, 2010 at 1:32 pm
’cause cho cho’s are cool.
karent saysOctober 5, 2010 at 1:51 pm
We live a couple of miles from very busy tracks that run out of DC. I love hearing the rumble of the trains and the occasional whistle late at night when the house is quiet.
dgm saysOctober 5, 2010 at 8:36 pm
Jen saysOctober 5, 2010 at 9:31 pm
I love them, too. Especially when I wake up at 2 a.m. and can’t fall back asleep and my worries start circling my head and I feel like I’m the only person in the world awake – and then I hear that train whistle in the distance. And I know *someone* else is out there. Odd reassurance maybe, but it works for me 🙂
Cupcake Murphy saysOctober 5, 2010 at 10:01 pm
I’m with you. Love the big train noises. They don’t bother me a bit.
Doug saysOctober 6, 2010 at 9:08 am
A freight line rumbles past our practice football field every afternoon. The earth moves for us.
zidia saysOctober 6, 2010 at 9:31 am
Bossy’s grandfather LOVED trains,too!!!
Bri saysOctober 6, 2010 at 11:59 am
Bri’s husband drives a choo-choo, (well for now, until they furlough him again which with this economy I’m sure will happen).
Anyway we also live somewhat near a train line and every time Mr. O (my 2 yr old) hears the horn he says “choo choo, daddy.”
Makes my heart smile.
Carol M saysOctober 6, 2010 at 10:11 pm
My real estate agent looked at me like I was nuts when I told him my wish list items for a house included the sound of a train whistle in the distance. It’s a little too distant and too infrequent, but at least I can still hear one. Grew up with that sound — it’s like a lullaby for me.