I love old stuff. Old places, old cars, old houses. Old trains. Earlier this month, we went to the L.A. County Fair on its final weekend. One of the first exhibits we visited was a collection of old trains. The exhibit itself was sort of off to one side, annexed off, a quiet and relatively lonely area, compared to the the glitz and screaming lights of the nearby carnival zone.
The peeling old paint, the bare bulbs. It gave me a thrill and a chill that I always get, visiting and seeping in the spirit of old stuff.
As soon as I saw this, my brain immediately started playing Judy Garland, singing "
on the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe," from her movie,
The Harvey Girls. Because old movies, and old MGM musicals, are also things I love best.
What's that? You say you can't stand old musicals --- they're cheesy, corny and unrealistic, and in real life, people don't ever just break into song and start tap dancing on tables? I would banish you from my world -- except that, as it turns out, the love of my life, my soul mate, my dear husband, feels the same as you.
Ah well. Such is life, such is love. The ying and yang of it, and all that. I'm a night owl, and he's up before the sun. I like looking back to the dusty, forgotten past, and he gets all tingly imagining the future.
But, he does like old trains, too.
Even if, as I'm snapping pictures of bare light bulbs, he's admiring, like, the engineering marvel that made those trains move. And stuff.
Old and older: that's us. Quite a team!
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