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Tornado Two: Where I Went.

Old Trains and Bigger Boys.

Old Trains and Bigger Boys.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

I received a number of emails, posts on Storyteller and even a text or two expressing your concern for my safety. You don’t know how much that means to me. So, I thought I’d show you my place of refuge.

Take a look at the second picture. See that big concrete structure on the right? That’s where I went. It used to be a railroad shipping building. Now it’s a hospital parking structure. It’s huge. It’s made from reinforced concrete. It has heavy industrial rebar inside of the concrete. The framework is made from industrial strength iron bars that are wider than train tracks. There are no glass windows. I suppose it could have taken a direct hit. But, those odds are pretty high. So are the odds of survival.

The next question. Why was I there?

I return to the scene of the crime every few months. I do this throughout New Orleans. I go back to see if there have been any changes. In this case, I’m glad that I did. It seems that all this antique rolling stock is being moved out. I don’t know where it’s going. But, it makes sense. These tracks are located in an odd place. They are on Oschner Hospital property. Oschner is one of the biggest hospitals in the South. They are renowned for heart and cancer treatments. Most primary care doctors in the Greater New Orleans region are based here. Or, at another hospital called East Jefferson. In fact, I “discovered” this place when I went to see my primary care doctor for my annual physical. I’m sure that they have much better use for this land. As it is, the tracks are ancient and are used to store antique trains for a rail society or club.

For those of you who have been hanging at Storyteller for a while, you’ve seen this place. You’ve seen that old Amtrak diesel engine. You’ve seen a version of the top picture made more in winter with bare trees. But these are better. Er, different.

A Little Flood

A Little Flood

Waiting. Always waiting.

Waiting. Always waiting.


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