The forecast hints at ridiculously warm weather--dripping inflatable Santas, holiday joggers in shorts, fat dogs splashing in ponds. I will try to find time to describe the view. In the meantime, imagine us in a traffic jam on Route 495, in a small silver hatchback named Tina, perhaps listening to the Wu-Tang Clan's greatest hits, or a podcast featuring two depressed British guys musing about soccer, or the mysterious thrills of a local Spanish-language talk radio host.
In the meantime, I give you this remark by Buster Keaton as a Christmas present:
Railroads are a great prop. You can do some awful wild things with railroads.