No.132. Blues in the Day. He hadn't totally forsaken his Art Train, though the ambitious project was rather in abeyance. Much of it, his locomotive and several luxurious appointed coaches, sat waiting on a siding. Yesterday, in a railroad reverie, made up of equal parts of regret and remorse, he began carving a chunky reminder-train out of a beautiful length of soft white pine. He hoped it might carry him back, talismanically, to the first hectic joy of his now almost abandoned undertaking.