Right it varies all over the map. We lived on &#x27;Triangle Place&#x27; which was a triangle because of the railroad tracks cutting across the neighborhood in a ditch behind the house. First night, 2AM, the train came through with that huge searchlight panning through the trees, then the steam horn &quot;Waaaa, Waaaa, Wa, Waaaaaaa!&quot;<p>We both sat up in bed like the dead rising, stiff as boards. After a moment I said &quot;Oh, Train.&quot; She said &quot;Oh.&quot; We lay back down and went instantly back to sleep.<p>Strange thing is, we never heard that train again. OR rather, it never woke us again. It went by every night for the next year that we lived there, but it never bothered us.