It was scheduled to arrive at 9:15 and I was surprised by the crowds who had arrived before me. Grandfathers holding little hands, a group of boys from the local Catholic school sporting cardboard engineer caps, even a little girl with an English accent and her mummy. We waited for nearly an hour. At one time the crossing gates signaled and folks got their hopes up, but it was only an Amtrak dropping off one passenger.
There was no mistaking when it did arrive. I'm sure they heard the whistle all over town.