I hear that lonesome whistle

There are two railroad lines that cross through Fargo, and the train whistles are incredible. All day and night, as they pass through you can hear them approaching and then the rush and the hoot of the train whistle. It's not for passengers, it's not the subway, there is no bar car. incredible. Yesterday we waited for the train to pass and watched car after car of coal go by. No Metrocards accepted here.
Here's a pic of a Northern Pacific car from the '30s that we saw at Bonanzaville in West Fargo (bonanzaville.com) a really cool pioneer village/museum where an entire town was relocated to preserve the historical buildings.
Also- a creepy portrait of us that we snapped in the mirror of an old bar hall, and a shot of me hanging outside the 'Phosphate Palace' drugstore.