JACKSON, Tenn. – Standing at the railroad crossing on South Royal Street, a faint, almost distant whistle from a freight train breaks the day’s silence.
Will the afternoon freight soon be passing, an anxious railfan wonders, camera poised and ready to catch any action?
Not today. Instead, the lonesome whistle serves as an eerie reminder of the city’s history, long delegated to history books and oral history.
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