When I was in high school, we lived in a little * apartment in rural Illinois. It was across the street, a short walk from the factory where my mom (and several relatives) worked. We were on the South side of the tracks - a small open field separated us from them. Trains no longer run through this track and haven’t for years, as far as I know. I used to walk over to the high school, only about a mile away, but rarely with sidewalks available. ...