I read the first chapter of Mama’s book today. There’s a choo-choo in it! Cal comes to the mountains in a choo-choo! I love choo-choos. They are probably my favorite thing in the whole wide world.
Mama says the Denver & Rio Grande choo-choo first came to the town in the 1880s. Mama also told me that a few hundred years ago there were no choo-choos.
I am trying to imagine a world without choo-choos. It is a sad, lonely place.
PS This is me when I climbed on the table. I am roaring.