Yesterday my dad emailed me to tell me that a particularly long train was rolling past our house. We’re conditioned to know how long a train is, simply by sound, and it catches our attention when one come and the sound keeps rolling on and on. He said he eventually went outside just in time to catch the big, white train cars rolling by with the Ringling Bros. and Barnum and Bailey emblazoned in red across the side.
"I guess the circus animals get to ride in passenger cars. Elephants and lions and horses sitting back reading the paper."
I only wish I could have been there to see it, and that they would have stopped and let the elephants out to stretch in our front yard.