Joe and I got out for a quick, wind driven walk on Sunday. It has been warm but for the wind chill recently, so our walks are brief. But brief is still okay as it gets us out. This particular day found us behind an old New England church and walking on an old, abandonded rail line. The line once connected the barrel making capital of the world to the ports on the coast. Barrel making capital, a lost industry that makes me pause to think about those bygone days. There is a romance to the image of a barrel being delivered, the excitement of the opening and unloading that can’t quite be captured by an Amazon box.