Presto Change-o

If I look, I can see the change. Because of course it is always happening even when it seems imperceptible. Time can't be bottled and it waits for no one. Even standing in a long, seemingly endless line. People often ask "Is this where the line ends?" And my usual reply is - "For you, this is where it starts."

The other day a friend commented, "when you are hit by the train, it's not the caboose that kills you." I'm not exactly sure what it means, but I've been thinking about it. And looking out.

How is it exactly, that we can change from this:

To this:

The answer: Transmogrification. It doesn't happen overnight. But we've all probably had a shopping-cart ride (or two).

As I've spent a lot of time in railroading, I have often marveled that shopping carts seem to go to the right-of-way to die. They start with trying to run away at the local supermarket.

Perhaps they seek a higher calling - to be transformed into the chariot of your dreams. But is that the ride you really want? Because if you don't get out in time, the ride ends here:

And it can happen right in front of your eyes. Look out.