An idyllic moment in time.

Didn’t know. The source of the loud rumble. Until years later. When I made the connection. I was being wheeled. In an ornate baby buggy. Probably by mother. Before I was old enough to walk. I was asking myself . ‘What’s that I’m hearing?’ Out of curiosity. Rather than fright.  Anyway, I stored it away. In my memory bank. Able to retrieve it. Vividly. To this very day. Knowing for sure. That we were passing. Beneath elevated train tracks. Near our home.  On Chicago’s west side.  It’s as if I’m there. Now. Listening to the rumble. And breathing fresh air. From an idyllic moment in time. --Jim Broede