I grew up in Missouri and I was on the east bound side of railroad tracks near my house, waiting for a train to pass. Anyone who knows Midwest trains knows they're 675 miles long and they take forever to go through. So the train finishes and I put my head down to sprint across the tracks. But a westbound train was following the end of the east train and the engineer was STOMPING on his horn. I froze dead in my tracks. I didn't even pick my head up for a minute. I was probably two steps away from getting waffled. I'll never forget it. That engineer probably plotzed in his cabin when he saw me running.

Thanks for the post......it brought back some other cool memories like my mom cowering under the kitchen table during a tornado, playing with my neighbors dog in my yard, and my dad letting me drive his Delta 88 up the driveway.