On a brisk afternoon last month, I joined 50 people gathered in an industrial park on a hill above Barre to take a "joy ride." Awestruck preschoolers, their parents and other more experienced passengers, climbed aboard a self-propelled, 1950s-era railcar. Despite the low speed and short distance—it crawled just a few hundred yards to the end of the rail yard and back—the atmosphere inside the car was buoyant if not joyful. These train fans were focused on the future, as they conjured a glimpse of how rail travel might become part of their daily lives.
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