Little Grandpa Train Ride   Not quite Casey Jones my little grandpa (to distinguish from grandma’s father big grandpa) early engineered the Baltimore & Ohio steam engines passing behind our Painesville house he often took me on rides sat me in the high steel seat near him the Iron Horse throwing a ribbony white steam scarf behind I gazed at vibrating dials handles wooden water towers landscapes whizzing to sides as he reached into stacked woodpile behind open cab feeding the eating red furnace choo chooing me through childhood ride over carried home in sooty arms he always hung his…