Big Oopsie

Well, that’s a strange sight; never seen it before. Jasper and I were walking past as traffic stopped for a freight train passing by, heading north in the majestic way they do from the old Southern Pacific rail yard into Midtown Sacramento. Then the train slowly came to a stop. After a short time it reversed, and headed back to the rail yard. It was as if they forgot to take something. Maybe a purse or a laptop, or rail cars full of purses or laptops; maybe a conductor or some oil or piles of lumber. Just a big Oopsie.