I was searching for something else when I stumbled across this old story written about my wife and me when we transformed ourselves from the beautiful suburbs south of Atlanta to living on the railroad tracks in downtown Atlanta. And, yes, when the train came through, the glasses jingled, the floors vibrated, and, if we were in the courtyard, we simply stopped talking til the train went by. Life for us in the loft for 5 1/2 years. If you'd be interested in reading the story, here's the link. With... Read more →