insanely loud
what you never thought about grade crossings or the awe of assault Montpelier is the Vermont state capital seated near the eastern Canadian border with the US. It sits nestled between two rivers, steep and forested hills, and trains from both the granite industry and an Amtrak line. I've lived here for over 2 decades now post-former lives in NYC, Roma-Italia, Boston, and in the shining rural backwaters of Massachusetts, Maine, and New Hampshire. (I’ve officially lived longest in Vermont. That realization hits me like that moment you figure out why Life Savers are called Life Savers.) This year, one of the trains, I believe a granite train, blows its horn insanely loudly multiple times a day. I record voice and music material and recently, I can neither predict it nor think when it happens. If I’m outside, it’s injurious. Inside, it interrupts everything for as long as 10 minutes at a time. It wakes those still slumbering and stops conversation in its tracks. Mind you, I do not live...
