Final journey

For many years, the Illinois Central carried passengers through West Tennessee on its journey between Chicago and New Orleans.  Watching the trains pass through our small town, as a child, is a little piece of local history that I recall fondly.   Sadly, these two old passenger cars, sitting on the side tracks at a local scrap metal recycling facility, have made their final journey.  Somehow, I can’t help but wish that they had met a kinder fate.

Life is like a journey, taken on a train
With a pair of travelers at each windowpane.
I may sit beside you all the journey through,
Or I may sit elsewhere, never knowing you.
But if fate should make me sit by your side,
Let’s be pleasant travelers; it’s so short a ride.