At the Station...

Always there was the smoke! It seemed wherever there was human activity there was some kind of combustion going on! that railway station smelled of cigars, cigarettes and pipes...and men smelling of alcohol and cologne and insect repellant would be standing around talking loudly. Every now and then there would be a cough and a cuss then laughter as they revelled in whatever the topic of day! usually politics, quebec, newfoundland, canada or just IOCC talk. I used to be facinated by this...these big, loud men, each one looked to me like they could tear a child apart without flinching...then Dad would start talking to one or two! These were his buddies from work!