Not like they go anywhere anymore...
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Not like they go anywhere anymore... -

Across the city, one finds train tracks that don't seem to have a beginning nor an end. I'm partial to rail. As a kid, I would bike down from my near Kensington Market home at night and make my way to what I never knew then was John and Front Sts.. It was here I'd hang around watching trains get shunted around as the wheels ground a high pitch squeal on the tracks. At this corner today, any signs of the movement of iron horses is long gone save for a rail museum being built nearby and tracks that run behind the megalopolus meeting place cum convention centre. Where I used to stop with my bike is now the Mother Corp, hot dog stands, the aforementioned convention centre and parking lots...and people seemingly oblivious to the role steel rail played in the growth of this country.