Makin’ tracks and not draggin’ MY caboose.


Another beautiful morning, bright and sunny, and way warmer than that wind chills-in-the-teens nonsense we had yesterday. This weekend, we’ll give Old Man Winter the cold shoulder and enjoy temps in the 50s.

Before I left, I took the car for a little spin, then took myself on a little hike. I intended to go to Council Point Park, and, dumb me … out of force of habit, I’ve walked so many times to the railroad tracks or the Rivers Edge Marina, that my feet just kept going in that direction.  I couldn’t even blame this phenomenon on “brain freeze” so, I just kept going.  By the time I got home, my roundtrip yielded another five more miles to my total.

As I headed down Emmons Boulevard, I heard the train in the distance. I thought “good, it won’t interrupt my walk and I’ll head down to the marina again”, and, by the time I got to the tracks, the railroad gates were lifting up and my feet never missed a beat.

The marina was still frozen over, although some of the thin ice had broken through and the water was visible below, but no ducks were around. Even the seagulls weren’t circling – probably since there was no food for them to try to snatch.  It was especially quiet, and, though I had brought my camera along, I didn’t take it out.  Even though it was sunny and bright, the landscape looked a little lackluster.

I hung around the marina for a few minutes while taking in that rather drab scenery, then headed for home. As I neared the tracks, I heard the loud bellow of the train’s whistle competing with the clang-clanging of the track gates as they dropped down.  Nothing like disturbing the peace on a quiet Saturday morning!  I stopped a few houses before the tracks to await the arrival of the train as it rolled through – and it was rollin’ all right.  I thought it would never end.  A long lineup of cars began to grow behind me as well as on the opposite side of the tracks as that train kept right on rollin’.  I was beginning to regret my second cup of coffee I’d had and thought to myself “what if the train has issues and must stop in the middle of the tracks?” because it’s not like I can just back up and take an alternate route.  Finally, (thankfully), the last of the 119 cars rolled by and the gate lifted.  I scurried across in record time and got a half-block down the street when I head the whistle blow and the clang-clanging of the gates signal another train was coming – it was from the opposite side this time.

While on my walk, I was thinking about a good friend who retired today. I believe she is the first classmate of mine to retire.  I’ve known Cheryl since high school and we shared the same graduation years from Lincoln Park High School as well as Wayne State University.  Cheryl was a teacher for many years, and I note she has already updated her Facebook profile to read “retired teacher at Wake County Public School System” at the conclusion of Saturday’s school session.  Her new retiree status and added free time got me wondering what I will do when I am retired, besides returning to those hobbies that I started, then abandoned, through the years, like drawing in charcoals and pastels and photography.  Perhaps I’ll finally have time to read the pocketbooks that currently languish in Rubbermaid tubs in the basement and there hopefully will be many miles to be walked and many blog posts to be written.

Meanwhile I’ve had a good run this last four days and I’m not retired! Like those trains, I’ve been rollin’ … I’ve walked four days in a row, (at the end of January no less), and added four more posts to my blog which is already burgeoning with 697 posts to date.

I will embrace retirement when it comes, but right now I’m feeling very blessed to be able to do both these things that I love right now – who could ask for more?

In order to attract more of the blessings that life has to offer, you must be grateful for what you already have. – Ralph Marston

About Linda Schaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, so this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for four decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, though I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too. - Linda Schaub
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4 Responses to Makin’ tracks and not draggin’ MY caboose.

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    Retirement sounds great and it is for most people, until you wake up one morning and you don’t have anywhere to go, no time table. Wow it hits you” I have another 20 or 25 years to become someone else. Now that is excitment. Good luck to all retires. Good luck to all people striving for that title.


    • lindasschaub says:

      And you don’t have to set your alarm clock! Plus you get to try a new and fun job, one that perhaps was on your original bucket list of jobs, but you toed the line and went with the most-sensible job.


  2. ann marie stevens says:

    Miss Linda………………………….yes I agree with Mr. Ralph Marston’s quote about counting your blessings daily………………………….I do have a good story to tell you but of course off the blog about waiting for the very long train and a 2nd cup of coffee……………………….


    • lindasschaub says:

      Ann Marie – Many times when I commuted to downtown Detroit by bus, the bridge would be raised for a long freighter. Depending on whom was operating the bridge at the time, it might go up many minutes before the freighter actually passed under it. I learned minimal water and minimal coffee in the morning – drink up when you get to work instead. We had occasions when we waited up to 45 minutes for a boat. Hope you got to walk today – it was absolutely gorgeous!


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