Obsolescence creeps upon us and so often lost are the suburban transportation services. I hear the rhythm of the tracks in your nicely written poem --bf
Oh but the fruits of being here (and there) is being, and the use of the language makes it SO SO worth it, my friend. I never rode the Skokie Swift, but the vastness that was once so favorable, so "pastoral" and preferred, is now part of the cloud of unknowing.
