Whistle-stop

I have always loved trains and train whistles. My husband and I had an outdoor wedding ceremony, in a history house in an older part of Tucson by the train tracks. The site coordinator couldn’t promise us no trains, but she did say they were uncommon on Saturdays. Right before the ceremony started, a train came by. One of my fondest memories of that day is the sound of that train rumbling by while the bell choir played Ode to Joy.

All of which is a set-up for me to say this: As much as I love trains, even I wouldn’t pay $300 for a tea kettle with a train whistle.

Posted on April 2nd, 2009 by Katxena