Burlington, Northern, &c.

Folks up Surprise way are barracking to get the train whistles silenced in their neighborhood. Back when I lived in old Tempe, I lived across the street from a rail line.

There were regular cross streets, so the engineers spent a lot of time blowing the whistles, including at all hours of the night. Every time a train went by, I could feel the whole world shake and vibrate. Within a few months, I tuned the sound out, and never heard the trains anymore. Though the whistles never stopped blowing, I stopped hearing them, and I missed them. And I miss them now. I think I'd consider the sound of those whistles a bonus in looking for a home. And that's the power of perspective.