Ron, our house was by Hole #1 at the golf course, right across from the train tressel. I spent a LOT of time on that tressel as a kid, on the 'cat walk' under it mostly. My brothers and I would gather 'squabs' (baby pigeons) from the tressel and raise them at our house. As a kid I made good money collecting golf balls at was then a driving range and later became an 8 hole golf course. Life was good under the tressel, my how frightening it was when a train went over while on the 'cat walk' below. We never ventured out ONTO the tracks above, were we idiots, but not totally stupid.
