A sunny drive Northwest from Lebanon seven miles to Cleveland then three miles west, I noticed an unassuming road that dead ended by the railroad yard in Carbo. Curiosity often pays dividends and did that morning. This solitary red caboose tickled my interest and aroused my prospects. On the spot I instructed my agent to negotiate a deal with the railroad authorities to allow me to use this caboose, here, as the place to write my book. Photo impressions of rural backroads.
Several years later I found time to revisit my iron wheeled garret to reenergize intentions to elevate my work to the next level. Sadly the yard was empty, the caboose was missing. Somebody must’ve moved it.
© r1006-33 Caboose Waiting
Russell County, Virginia
Thursday 5 June 1997