The train, actually a commuter train carrying passengers to and from New York and Jersey City, still makes its way through Montclair several times a day. The deep bellows of the train horn echo through the neighborhoods regularly - signalling the arrival of Mom, or Dad, or perhaps just letting us know that its still there.
Something about the train horn, and the train itself is magic. Trains always have had that magic - especially for boys of all ages. Perhaps thats why no matter how many times I have passed over the same crossing I look to my left, and then to my right - hoping to see a bit of that magic in the distance making its way down the tracks.

This is a view from the grade crossing at Bellevue Avenue looking southeast.
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