When I and my son pass here, we have to stop by and wait for a train to pass, so he can wave to the driver, and of course the driver always reciprocates by sounding the horn and waving back.

My own father used to stop at every construction site we passed and held me up so I could watch the heavy machinery at work. I hope my boy remembers the trains and his daddy, like I remember the construction machines and my daddy helping me watch.

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I had the opportunity to fire one of these on several occasions, on one of which I made the attempt to shoulder fire it (as if it was an oversize M-16).  I can report that it is possible ( of course I weighed a solid 190 lbs at the time), but forget about accuracy, no matter what you do that barrel is riding up to the sky. It was bad-ass fun, the smell of cordite and the North Carolina pines under a bright blue sky, it more than made up for all the bullshit.

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