Many years ago, I was riding my bicycle home at night, and came to a railroad crossing with a broken warning system: there was no train in sight, and the gate was up, yet the yellow lights were flashing and the warning bell was ding ding dinging away.

I stopped, pulled out a pennywhistle from my backpack, and had a nice little jam with that railroad crossing. We probably cooked for 15 minutes or so, then I rode on home.

Last edited by Mark Hayes; 03/09/22 07:23 AM.