My trip to Washington was nearly over. As we were headed to the airport, I was lamenting to Jody that the one
shot I'd not found was that of a train. I looked and noticed the tracks
next to the freeway and commented, "Wouldn't it be ironic if a train
were to come by right now." Seconds later, Jody said "Train coming on
the right." Through a rain-dappled window, at 65 mph, I found my train. The universe doth provide.
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