Driving into Woodstock just before four this afternoon, I saw a huge lightning bolt that I guessed might have hit the old Courthouse or the Opera House.
As I drove from Route 47 to Downtown Woodstock I came to the train tracks.
The gates were down and the lights flashing.
Having taken the train from Woodstock to Chicago in the the early 1980’s, I didn’t think there was a commuter train due, so I waited a while for a fright.
No train came.
I concluded the lightning might have somehow locked the grade crossing signals in a down position.
So I turned around and went through the one-lane underpass.
Leaving Woodstock after five, I noticed a long line on what used to be Business 14.
Pretty soon I figured out that people were trying to get through the one-lane underpass.
Traffic on Madison was backed up from the railroad crossing street.
The gates were still down, the red lights flashing.
Most cars were taking a hard left at the stop sign.
When I finally got on the road parallel to the train track and was going past the closed gas station, I noticed a long line of cars waiting for the light.
A car in front of me started passing to the right, so I following it, figuring I would turn right onto Route 47.
It because apparent that the long line of cars were waiting to turn left.
I figured they were heading to the second underpass–the one on Route 47 just north of Jack Franks’ office.
Should have taken some pictures, I guess.