tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380232356803921253.post5951159647957495351..comments2024-01-28T02:24:23.386-05:00Comments on Dan Leo: “Railroad Train to Heaven”, Part 249: narcissusDan Leohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603402268945559679noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380232356803921253.post-56482177511818752012011-05-09T16:18:05.531-04:002011-05-09T16:18:05.531-04:00Arnold thanks you, Dean!Arnold thanks you, Dean!Dan Leohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01603402268945559679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380232356803921253.post-3497785904625509582011-05-09T11:45:23.520-04:002011-05-09T11:45:23.520-04:00"She led me over to an open side door. She we..."She led me over to an open side door. She went through, I followed, and we were in a partially roofed-over shower shed made out of wood colored with blistered green paint. The roofing was like a tent, and dim daylight came in above the four shower stalls that ran along the left and above and through a thin latticework wall to the right. Everything was covered with the old peeling and bubbled green paint except for the walkway, which was made out of bare and soft-looking wood planks. Now the smell was of wet old wood, but without the gasoline and oil smells."<br /><br />love itDRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16337280129845449316noreply@blogger.com