tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811987615829975890.post4515120128622538820..comments2024-03-28T01:45:31.400-07:00Comments on Diary of a Fat Slob: Gentle bossa novaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811987615829975890.post-83200443649378334602023-04-29T12:03:20.966-07:002023-04-29T12:03:20.966-07:00I've known lots of train nuts, but other than ...I've known lots of train nuts, but other than myself you're my first confessed tunnel nut. Consider yourself smooched or handshook, your choice, dear anonymous. <br /><br />Tunnels are fascinating, ain't they? With dynamite and chisels they blasted a hole through a hill, reinforced it with cement, and trains have been rolling through that particular hole every few minutes for 117 Doug Hollandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16075745451950217113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811987615829975890.post-84619205098449271892023-04-29T11:44:44.424-07:002023-04-29T11:44:44.424-07:00I effing LOVE the Seattle train tunnel. When I was...I effing LOVE the Seattle train tunnel. When I was a kid, it was the beginning point of great mysteries and adventures. I still feel that way. We used to go on the Great Northern Empire Builder to get to grandmas farm in North Dakoka and I rode it alone there when I was ten after convincing all the grown ups rhat, now be double digets, I was old enough to travel alone.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com