This was the Frisco Train my great grandfather drove back when he was an engineer.

In this post I compare the nations’ electorate to a fifteen year old girl.

When I was a young teenager I spent a lot of time at the baseball fields. My brother played baseball and my Dad played fast-pitch softball. Our family was at the ballparks all summer long. That was convenient for me because I had a crush on a baseball player who played on one of my brother’s opposing teams. One summer night when I was fifteen my brother’s team was playing against my crush’s team. Several of my friends had come to the game with me. We were going between the ballparks to see the games. My Dad was also playing and the fast-pitch ball field was located at the end of the ballpark. Running through the ball fields was a train track which separated the field my brother was playing on from all the others.

The train was required to only go fifteen miles per hour through the ballparks and it was also required to blow its horn as a warning.

I’ve always loved trains, my great grandfather was an engineer for Frisco and always had a special whistle for my great grandmother to let her know when he was back in town. Hanging on the wall in my great grandparents bedroom was a certificate given to my great grandfather from the late President Truman and my great grandmother told me that it was awarded to my great grandfather because he had been the engineer who drove President Truman on his Whistle Stop tour.

When my siblings and I were little one of our biggest thrills was getting to ride on the miniature steam engine in Creekmore Park.

Hearing all the lore from my great grandmother and listening to the whistle of the train late at night in the summer when our windows were open made trains a fascinating and exotic mode of transportation for me.

So this particular night when I was fifteen I was watching my brother’s ballgame with my friends and I decided to go back to my Dad’s game to see how things were going. As my friends and I were climbing up the hill to the track I heard a cheer and turned around to see what was happening at my brother’s game. Apparently, I stopped right on the train track because all of a sudden there was a light in my face, stunning me. I couldn’t move. My friends had gone on across the track and must not have seen me standing there on the track with a train bearing down on me.

It happened pretty fast although to me it seemed to go on for quite some time. I don’t remember breathing or even thinking. Mind you, I was a very responsible young lady. I was the oldest child in my family and I felt a deep responsibility for my younger siblings. I was an in demand babysitter and yet, there I was, standing in the middle of a train track with a train heading right at me.

I couldn’t move.

Thankfully, the train stopped a few feet away from me. The engineer got off the train to check to see if I was okay.

I was okay. I looked down at the ball field and the game had stopped and everyone was looking at me.


I remember feeling relieved but very embarrassed. I never wanted the spotlight and there it was shining on me, simply because I was not paying attention to what I was doing. I had been too distracted by boys and friends and baseball. I was very lucky I was not killed.

Is that how Obama slipped into the White House?

Were Americans so busy with their lives that they only heard Obama’s message of Hope and Change subliminally? Could it be possible that working Americans, distracted with their busy lives and jobs depended on the news media to inform them about the Senator from Illinois and when nothing surfaced that made them change their minds the nations’ electorate made the easier choice, the media approved selection. That way, 52% of America’s voters could do something historical, and popular and feel good about themselves, thereby ignoring the rumble in the distance.

Many of us were alarmed by the man who revealed nothing about himself during the Presidential campaign and we tried to warn America, but to no avail.

I’m no longer a teenager and I react when I see danger coming my way so I will just say it like this:

America, a train has been blazing down the track against all things American’s treasure since January 20th, 2009. The engineer is Barack Obama, the conductors: Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid.

Will Americans keep standing on the track looking transfixed at the light or will they get off the track and do what they can to derail the devastation that has been wrought on our economy, our national security, and our standing in the world?

I’ve been hearing the rumble underfoot for months now.