What I can't understand is how do people have the time to put so much graffit on train cars. We have an extremely busy rail corridor here. So I get the opportunity to watch trains almost daily. The majority of cars on the Candaian National tracks are covered front to rear with graffit on both sides. Some of it is really amazing art talent, but vandalous, nonetheless.
As for Germans.... :laughing:
Growing up we had older (to me, probably late 50s at the time) German neighbors. The man was very business-like with little conversation. The woman was a bit friendlier. She taught my dog to speak German over the fence.
Anyhow, one day the man came to our door, covered in sweat, dirty and in extreme panic. He asked if I could come help him and to get my father. He was in quite the hurry. So I yelled for my dad, he came, the neighbor kept panic motioning for us to follow him, but wouldn't say much. He was kind of like walking in shock. We follow him over to his house, walk around back, and he's pointing down the escarpment. We all lived on the edge of a very steep high bank on the outside bend of an oxbow lake. Our yard was about 90' down to the water, his was about 75'. It was probably about a 65-70 degree drop. We look over the edge and see nothing but smashed down brush, but then I realize he's saying "mower".... :shocked:
He was riding his little Snapper riding mower, backed up too close to the edge, the rear wheels went over the edge, and it went over backwards with him on it! The thing was probably about 10' from the water, so he rode it down summersault-style several times about 60' down that cliff.
My dad got him to sit down and got his wife to get him some water. We kept asking if he was OK, but he kept saying "mower" with big wide eyes. Man, I thought he was going to have a heart attack.
So after he got calmed down, and we were sure he wasn't injured, we got another neighbor, and the four of use carried that little Snapper rider over to the stairs that went down to the water, then walked it up to the top for him. Took it to the neighbors house for repairs.
After that incident, he always waved to me, and stopped and asked how I was doing, what was going on in my life, etc... and his wife started sending over really good, heavy German bread every so often. Ended up being pretty good friends for many years, even after I got married and moved across town. I'd alway catch up when visiting my parents.