Many years ago, almost fifty now, my wife and I and our new born Son vacationed in Williamsburg, VA and booked a few nights at a bed and breakfast outside the historic village. What we didn't know, and soon found out, there was a railway track running behind the house, not 100 feet from the home. Must have been a spur or something because only one train came through every night. Around three in the morning. A freight train which must have been a hundred cars long. Quite an experience. They were nice folks though and even watched our two month old Son so we could go out to a fancy dinner in Old Williamsburg. As I listen for the whistle, lie awake and wait, wish the railroad didn't run so near...