Mapping the Old Rails

I got back inside and laid my new booklet flat across the low coffee table. Under the warm pool of the desk lamp, I smoothed down the fold of the foldout transit map with both hands. It was incredible—dotted red lines showed where streetcars once rumbled through our very streets back in 1954! Still wearing my black Nazareth tee, I leaned over the aged paper, using the small brass gear I found days ago as a tiny paperweight to keep the brittle corner from curling up while I traced each forgotten station. #maps