Everybody knows about the train.
Feels like it’s always roaring through this small Utah town, locals say.
“You hear it constantly,” a native notes during a recorded interview.
That train represents many things: the industry that’s the beating heart of this place, the Jones Rubber Plant, where all the guys end up; a way of out here; and, for some, a way of out of something else.
“Every two or three years the train kills somebody…” the man continues on the recording, which…