Once upon a time, in the tiny town of Concord, Virginia, there sat a pretty little Train Station right by the tracks. It sat there happily, doing it's job day and night and never once complained. But times changed. One day Some One of Importance Decided that the little Train Station was no longer needed. I'm sure that the little Station shivered in it's boots. What would happen to it? Would it just be carelessly destroyed now that it was no longer of value to Some One?
I am happily to tell you that Some Body saw some value in that little Train Station. And they moved it. That pretty little Station is older now. A little Grey with arthritis in it's joints. It shivers and creaks in the wind, pulls it's wrap around it's shoulders and dreams of better days.
I wish it was in my backyard. I'd bring it tea every day at four. I'd rub Ben-gay into it's joints and let it ramble about the Olden Days. But either way, I'm just glad that I can visit and listen to how it was before I was even a twinkle in my Father's eye.