the train is carrying loads of my childhood memories. specifically memories of sitting in the family car while my obsessed railfan father paced around train tracks taking photos of sights just as these. memories of listening to him recount the serial numbers of the locomotives on our way home. memories of his voice saying, "we're going to stop off at the roundhouse while we're out" and memories of my mother's voice telling me to go play downstairs because my father's railfan friends were coming over to watch unending slideshows of the above mentioned photos. and finally, memories of a never-completed living room sized model railroad set painstakingly constructed by hand to emulate the route of a specific freight train in new england.
watch the video carefully. if you see a spray painted tag that reads "zoowilly" you've found the car carrying these memories. my father liked to leave his mark.