The old train bridge was built long before I was born.  As kids we’d climb atop of it wait for trains to approach, run to the opposite side of the tracks and jump off landing in a violent roll down the hill.  It was so much better than collecting the oblong pennies we had left on the tracks the day before.  Through the scrapes, bruises and broken bones we never worried about the train hitting us.  None of our favorite action stars of the big screen were hit or even came close to it.  That was until one day.