Fathers and Sons


Coupled to a family legacy

Darkness and distance can not contain a locomotive’s horn. On summer nights blazoned with stars and fireflies, as citronella candles flickered from the back deck where the adults gathered to drink and joke, the sound of the horn would come charging over the countryside. A line of tracks, an old Pennsylvania Railroad corridor, runs where the Susquehanna River mades a deep and wide scar on the countryside, a good three miles from my boyhood home, far enough we could not...