In some pass through town in Iowa a few summers ago the crowd walking through town had its ears assailed by a freight train making a tremendous racket as it crossed the route a few blocks ahead of us. No sooner had the crossing arms gone up to their locked and fully upright position than a second freight did the same thing going the other way. It was at that point that a loud voice somewhere behind me brought the house down with this rhetorical question:

“How is this town NOT an overnight town?!!”