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  • Once there was a house built in the Truman – Eisenhower years in the East Bluff neighborhood of Peoria, Illinois. It was lovely Dutch Colonial style house, with elegant rooms and lots of exposed wood in the interior. It even had a beautiful brick fireplace with a mahogany mantel and window seats in the master bedroom.

    But it was growing old. The old aluminum handrail on the back stairs had become loose and wobbly, and no matter how the owner tried, he could not make it better. So one day he went to the local building supply store and returned with a new handrail.

    The old handrail did not want to go easily. The screws holding it to the concrete had been there so long that the owner had to use a cold chisel to remove them. After considerable time and effort, they finally gave way and he was able to remove the old handrail from the steps. With just a bit of sadness, he carried the old handrail to the back of the property and set it on the other side of the fence, near the trash area.

    The new handrail required some additional mounting hardware, so the owner went to the local hardware store and returned. He noticed the old handrail was still there, looking a bit out of place.

    The new handrail was ready to be installed. It had set on the shelf in the store much too long and wanted to be of service. It was pleased the owner was taking such care in installing it, measuring and carefully drilling the holes, angling the mounts and carefully bending the rail section into place so it would fit exactly on the stairs.

    When it was done, the house was pleased with the new rail, the new rail was pleased with its new home, and the owner was pleased with the sturdiness and appearance of the new rail.

    And the old rail? It was picked up by a local scrap collector and was heading off to be recycled into something new.

    See? Everybody wins.

    ~Fred~

    Someone in the household asked me "Why Peace Train?" I answered him, "Why Not?" I mean seriously, do you really need a reason to listen to an upbeat song?

    Enjoy! Smile! Love!
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