Kennedy doesn't finish his sentence. Something distracts him. Kennedy is 42. This is his first return to the trestle in nearly 20 years. He looks up the hillside and digs his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
Bird calls fill the nearby trees.
A diesel railroad engine rumbles atop the embankment. It's amazing,'' he says, gazing up at where the trestle once stood. I can just feel it. You have to be born here. You come back to this place.