There’s something about a locomotive the size of a small apartment building that makes every single worry in your head just disappear.
The Railroad Museum of Pennsylvania in Strasburg is the kind of place that turns perfectly reasonable adults into wide-eyed kids who can’t stop pointing at things.
You walk through those front doors, and suddenly the outside world, with all its traffic and deadlines and overflowing email inboxes, simply ceases to exist.
What takes its place is something far better…