Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like

Ulterior (loco)motives


My father was such a sentimental sap. We always begged for a train set for Christmas, and he finally delivered one, one year: a War Train. Oh, how seasonally inappropriate it was, zooming around and around under the tree. It had a locomotive that shot missiles, a box car that flew into pieces when bombed, another box car whose top opened up and fired a rocket, and a flatbed car with a satellite mounted on it that would go whirling up into the tree when deployed. We obliterated most of our glass ornaments with these yuletide weapons, but the memories live on.

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This entry was posted on July 21, 2013 by in Et alia and tagged , , .
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