Cashel, my nephew,, wrote a story for my brother – in honor of Father’s Day. I am sure that you will find it compelling. It appears that there will be a sequel. The narrator has a certain film noir-esque charm. It could be Philip Marlowe speaking.<\/p>\n
I particularly enjoy the aural complexity of the beginning – I am assuming that that is the wailing whistle of the Midnight Train. It’s quite a Joycean device.<\/p>\n
That’s my boy.<\/p>\n
The piece is called “The Midnight Train”.<\/p>\n
The Midnight Train<\/b><\/p>\n
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Trailer 1<\/p>\n
It was a long time ago. I never thought I would get it, cause I always wanted to see the moon. And, well, I thought when I was a grown up I could be taken away in a space craft, but I was so wrong.<\/p>\n
I was, well, dreaming about when that happened and suddenly something woke me up. Instead of a space shuttle, it sounded like a, well, train.<\/p>\n
So I opened the window, I climbed out, climbed down onto the fence and got off.<\/p>\n
When I looked, there was a conductor and he said, “Well, you getting on board?”<\/p>\n
“Why should I get on board?” I said.<\/p>\n
“Well, to go to the moon of course,” said the conductor.<\/p>\n
“Okay,” I said.<\/p>\n
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