October 19, 2007
Another Evening on the Rails
Columbus, Wisconsin. There are no buckeyes here, and no city for that matter. I’m standing on a pebble-covered road that I hesitate to call a parking lot, since it’s more reminiscent of someone’s driveway. Actually, scratch the lot description entirely - I’m in a small space between a lumberyard, an old brick building, and an even older concrete building with a faded sign attached to it: “rail passenger station.” As I walk through the parking lot, I come across an old brick pathway that is partially submerged in the pebbles that cover the “lot” - perhaps a relic of an era gone by when this town saw more activity. The side of the train station has two things carved into the concrete: “Columbus” and “1906.” Yes, Columbus is a pretty quiet place, but it does have one thing going for it: the train still comes through. (Read the article)