There are railroad ties holding up a grass bank near the path down Parkcenter. The smell of ties reminds me of Wild Waters, where the giant floating faucet ran all summer, I dripped in the arcade watching people play Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles when I got tired of getting stuck on Double Trouble, and I didn’t know why I was supposed to care about girls.
Railroad ties
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