I grew up right down the street from a railroad track. One day when Branford and I were little boys, our mom asked us, "How does the train go?" Branford said, "whuuu-wuuuu, whuuu-wuuuu," and I said, "no mamma -- it goes ka-nunk ka-nunk, ka-nunk ka-nunk."

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