||[May. 18th, 2008|01:54 pm]
Last weeks trip to Virginia has further tempted me to travel by train around the USA.
This little station, open one hour a day (closed on Tuesdays), at Staunton intrigued me. Perhaps it's because the line curves into and out of town, giving a "What's around the bend?" feeling.
If you arrive at the station at 4pm on Monday expect your next train on Wednesday.
Step off the train and you're in the heart of town. Antique stores a plenty.
I quite fancy buying one of these and living in it.
I've had a soft spot for Chessie because of the logo.
Kitten asleep on a pillow.
Saw this wonderful machine in the basement of an Antique store in town. I would of loved it but getting it home may have proved a little difficult. I guess it weighs about 100 lbs.
The store itself was quite amazing. It had been a hardware store and slowly the junk antiques seem to have taken over but here and there were still old items of hardware and equipment from the days when the Waltons would of shopped here.
TUMBLEWEED! And somewhere, outa sight, someone playing the theme tune to "A fistfull of dollars"!!!!! Ooeeooeeoo dum dum dum!
Errr... actually (he said with his best train spotter / Ufologist voice) "Ooeeooeeoo dum dum dum!" is Il Buono, il brutto, il cattivo (The Good, the Bad and the Ugly). But yes it has that feel.
A lone English goth steps off the train.
A gun toting, tobacco chewing local steps up to him and says...
"Don't they have barbers where you come from boy?"
The gun toting, tobacco chewing local moves his hand towards his holstered gun and feels the dozen notches carved deep into the well warn grip. Coughs and spits tobacco juice at the feet of the English goth. Cut to close up of his eyes.
The English goth casually looks at the spittle and slowly replies...
"Oh we have barbers but only homosexuals have short hair. Now can you recommend somewhere to stay?" Cut to close up of his eyes.
The local considers this and answers...
"Well you could say on the barn door. That's where the last smart mouthed stranger stayed, least ways he did until the nails rusted through" Cut to long shot of both of them.
Both the goth and the gun toting, tobacco chewing local laugh at this then hug.
"Can I get your bag?" asks the gun toting, tobacco chewing local.
"No I'm OK" replies the goth "God I've missed you."
"I've missed you too, you old goth. I've kept your room just as you left it."
2008-05-20 05:42 pm (UTC)
Broke back mountain
That story was great.
Is your friend made of lego?