Quotidian music

Parked on the Mon Wharf this morning, for $8. The going rate at the lot across the street from the office, because the Steelers play the Browns across the Point tonight, was $20.

So.

The wharf has a sort of nice trail along the river that someday will connect to something, but for now, it is just a trapped expanse of Pennsylvania blue stone that gets flooded frequently and covered with goose poop even more often. Still, if you have to park on the wharf, the trail is a much nicer stroll to the steps up to Fort Pitt Boulevard than the lot's dirty drive lanes.

I walked west toward the office and on the other side of the Mon, a coal train, its warning horn blasting on, off, on, then off again in long and short bursts chugged past Station Square heading east.

Not a very long train, but quite loud. I wonder what it would be like to be an engineer, sounding notes of the symphony of a day?

I love the music of trains. One of my favorite songs, from a favorite album from long ago, is "City of New Orleans" by Arlo Guthrie. I still have this vinyl LP.