The little town of Empire, California, has a rail road crossing right through the middle of town. I visited a friend and was returning on my power wheelchair . Of course, there was a long train approaching as I came to the tracks.

The crossing gate came down and I moved near it. There was several cars also waiting. Alongside me was a pick up truck, a young man driving. He looked over at me and said, �You ain�t gonna try crossing in front of that there train, are you?�

�No way,� I said. �He is bigger than me.�

�I am glad. I sure would hate to see the train wrecked...� he said with a grin like a mule eating bark from a big oak tree.