My Turn to Ring the Bell

I haven't been able to go to Disneyland yet, after over four years living in Southern California. I haven't had anybody to go with, and I don't want to go by myself. Even if I was willing to fly solo, I can't afford it right now.



Disney's inaccessibility to me has rendered it even more fascinating, and worth driving over an hour to the next county over to see one of its small gauge trains on display at Fullerton Railroad Days.



I waited patiently in line for the train, which was really just a caboose...



...the only adult without children in tow.



I smiled at the conductors and engineers in their overalls and blues. "I don't have any children," I said, "But I like trains."



"Come on up!" they said, and then let me turn the lever for the whistle, and pull the rope for the bell.



Because sometimes, you've just got to blow your whistle and ring your own bell. Nobody's going to do it for you.

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