Horse Hitches, Draymen, and Icehouses
Silence engulfed me. The warmth and wholesomeness of yesteryear embraced me. I stood quietly on the main street. The sound of the Rock Island train could be heard in the distance. The train whistle, the locomotive shuffle, and the smokestack release joined other familiar, audible sonances. For it was the sounds of horse hooves, horse hitches, and squeaky wagon wheels that, ceremoniously, were ente...
Silence engulfed me. The warmth and wholesomeness of yesteryear embraced me. I stood quietly on the main street. The sound of the Rock Island train could be heard in the distance. The train whistle, the locomotive shuffle, and the smokestack release joined other familiar, audible sonances. For it was the sounds of horse hooves, horse hitches, and squeaky wagon wheels that, ceremoniously, were ente...
