When he was laid off from his job in Spencer, he commuted to Atlanta for a while to continue to provide for our family. He would leave every Sunday via the train and return on Friday afternoon via train. My mother would take me every Friday to greet him at the Salisbury Train Depot, and they would let us go right out to the track. I remember so well watching for the light of the train and hearing that whistle; my daddy was home.
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