What is it about trains and little kids? I think you can tell by the look on Marlie's face that trains are bliss. Especially if one gets to ride a real, honest-to-goodness steam engine-powered train from Nowhere, North Carolina, through the woods, turning around just south of Notsureville and returning back to Nowhere an hour or so later. And when you're on a train, even 90 degrees of September with high humidity (thanks to Hanna) can't get you down. Especially when you look into the eyes of your daughter and see what I saw, your daughter who believes that every train is Thomas and Thomas is real. Just make sure to hold the slaw on your BBQ sandwich prior to that hour-long trip.