As a kid growing up in Athens, I spent hours some days waiting at Armitage hoping for a train. Most of the time nothing showed up, but when I was lucky enough to catch a train, it made all the waiting worth it.
This evening, I remembered all those times as I waited at Armitage. The distant horn blowing for Eclipse, and then at the bike path at the north end of Armitage brought back the memories of glee at hearing that noise when I was a kid.
