Early Morning Musing
I woke up early this morning to the sound of a train passing through the valley. The roar of the engines and the whistle as it passed through Charlemont sounded as if it was right in the center of town. It’s a common phenomenon – when the wind is just right it sounds as if you could walk to the tracks. It made me think of a time in Rowe’s history when people were almost completely dependent on…
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