When I was growing up we lived next to the Sothern Pacific railroad tracks (Still trying to figure out if we were on the right or wrong side of the tracks) and I remember being fascinated when the chain gangs came to repair the rails and replace sections of track. There were no machines. Everything was done by manual labor. But it was like watching a well oiled machine. Hardly a word was spoken bu
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