All Aboard!

This past weekend marks the first time that Seamus and Thomas rode a real "choo choo train" (okay, the NYC subway doesn't count in this case).  The antique steam engine travels 30 minutes to, well, pretty much nowhere and 30 minutes back, but it is nonetheless a thrilling experience for Seamus and thus a lot of fun for his parents.

I thought for sure that Thomas would start freaking out by the loud and increasingly annoying whistle that seemed to toot every five feet, but he sat there and enjoyed the ride, happy as a clam.

I feel bad for the people that live in the houses that line the tracks considering they have to bear witness to that annoyance/tourist trap.  No beautiful view of the Connecticut River is worth that constant sound pollution.  I'd most definitely join the NRA (that's National Rifle Association for you foreigners) if I lived there.

Despite my cynicism it was a very cool experience for the kids assuming they remember it.  My mom later reminded me that she took us on the same ride years before (which I had not remembered).