Another runaway
Another day at home, although I did have a visitor. I need something to set the days apart. In passing, the poor dog is not as finely tuned to arrivals as he once was. We seem to go from “wait while I bark at a phantom, outside” to “where did that car come from?” Had a delivery truck come in, park, send the driver inside with a parcel, have us talk to the driver BEFORE the dog put all the pieces of the sonic puzzle together.
Similarly, when company came by, the knock at the door was the first clue that the dog had that something had changed in his world. Is this due to advanced age, or deep sleep from a full belly? I’ll have to pay attention (and become the responsible watcher around here.
If any of you have watched one or more of the movies about runaway freight trains, you realize that this is an uncommon event. The beasts have brakes, multiple, and the crew are trained from the get-go to avoid letting something of that mass take control. Which is why, a wreck from earlier this week, on the AB/BC border, has the investigators baffled. The crew was on board. The train had been parked, as such, for better than two hours; suddenly, rolling away; soon, faster that the tracks would allow. The crew never regained control before the train jumped an embankment. Yes, the crew all died, at the bottom in a pile of steel. Very few other machines “get away”, but locomotives have always been monsters when out of control.
