there were four kids riding one of the boxcars, feet swinging off the edge, big smiles on their faces, waving at the cars. well, not really kids - 17, 18 maybe. i waved back at them, and sat in my car waiting for the train to end. i envied them their freedom, and wondered where they were headed. i wondered if i was doing the right thing in going to work, and if they might not be better off.
then the train ended, and i put the car back into gear and came to work, cussing all the way because i was running late.