By Bob Wood
A deserted old railroad track ran just outside West Point, a small town that reeked of it’s paper mill. The station master was killed there while carrying his lantern; his head being severed from his body, it’s said. Legend has it that late at night, when conditions are right, you can still see the light of his lantern on the track.
High schoolers liked to take dates to seek “The Light” in the gloom; most never did … but pursued other delights. I was enjoying other delights with my date when suddenly she stiffened … and breathlessly exclaimed, “I see the Light!”