Guest Book

Debbie... '"The train starts slowing and all the music stops. All is quiet as we pass the one place where this train proceeds so slow it is almost a crawl...on one side of the track is a lazy southern river... on the other is a hillside where the grass still grows...over there, a little girl stands holding flowers... if you know where to look, the name “Reed” is etched in stone. All is quiet here and everyone is standing with respect, every face a silent visage."