The depot, once alive with chatter and bustling people, is silent. The only activity one can witness are the mowers whirring as the caretakers tend the grounds. Now the train sits lifeless, ghostlike. Where have they all gone?
It was 10:30pm when we arrived in Metter. Pitch dark and feeling lost and exhausted after our 900 mile trip. The car was packed tight as a drum with all our belongings, 2 dogs and a cat. No where to lay our head. Finally something broke and we were able to rest. I tried hard not to let my daughter hear me sobbing from exhaustion. She reached over and said "it will be fine in the morning". "Yes it will" I replied.
Waking the next morning, the sun was out, the air was sweet and my heart was home. Filled with the anticipation of adventure we couldn't wait to discover new territory. We piled in the car and drove into this sleepy little town called "Metter, GA". Eyes wide with wonder as we viewed the tree-lined streets and small shops. A "mom and pop" restaurant was open where we sat and ate breakfast. They served the biggest, fluffiest pancake I had ever seen. Things were better the next day.
The train no longer stops in the little town of Metter. I guess everyone will have to find other transportation. Its a small town with a big heart and open arms to say "Welcome Home."
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