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	<title>Comments on: Trailing Onward</title>
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		<title>By: nick</title>
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		<description>Beautiful pespective shot.  Straight lines converging toward the horizon.  

The Interurban was a series of one-car electric trains that ran between small towns in the mid 20th century.  I recall picking up the older woman who came via Interurban to Springfield from Staunton to babysit us in the 50s onward.  I remember being fascinated by the one-car train she exited.  

If only we&#039;d kept those unique forms of mass transit, perhaps the crazy, gas-guzzling interstate system might not have become such a necessity; a necessity that makes us dangerously dependent on the billions of barrels of oil shipped daily to U.S. ports from afar.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful pespective shot.  Straight lines converging toward the horizon.  </p>
<p>The Interurban was a series of one-car electric trains that ran between small towns in the mid 20th century.  I recall picking up the older woman who came via Interurban to Springfield from Staunton to babysit us in the 50s onward.  I remember being fascinated by the one-car train she exited.  </p>
<p>If only we&#8217;d kept those unique forms of mass transit, perhaps the crazy, gas-guzzling interstate system might not have become such a necessity; a necessity that makes us dangerously dependent on the billions of barrels of oil shipped daily to U.S. ports from afar.</p>
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