My cousin Nino was over for dinner last night and he invited us to ride in a locomotive. We have been here just a very short time, and we have this unusual opportunity. George loves trains, he has a big Thomas the Tank Engine set, so we happily accept. We meet him where the train engine is used to move materials to the main train line, he tells us we can get aboard, and we do. The engine moves and George is spritzing excitement.
He is shown the button that operates the train whistle, and he is allowed to push it. George is making the train whistle. He loves it. He does it over and over again until he’s told to stop. Then he pushes it again. I tell him to stop. He pushes it again. He knows he can get away with it, what are we going to do to him? Push him off the train? Make him get off? He already got to ride it. He does settle down.
All in all, we are on the locomotive for maybe ten minutes, we move a total of 100 meters, but this is a major thrill—he will remember it and refer to my cousin years later still as the train guy.
