White Rock is experiencing all the pains of seven or eight mile-long coal trains trundling through daily.
The intermittent two-second toots that accompany the coal portrays a stubbornly, heavily congested line where holiday makers imagine they’re in a shopping mall and reluctant to move aside.
I’m about half a mile away and, frankly, it’s driving me bonkers. Even the empty trains carry out the same routine upon their return.
I was wondering whether the more pleasant sound of music couldn’t emanate from their rustic bowels?
Donald C. Chivers, White Rock