When I was a little girl our family lived in a house right on the trolley line with the tracks running directly in front of the door. There was an tall black sturdy iron pole that stood in front of our house. The house shook when the trolleys turned into the trolley barn which stood adjacent to our property line. We were so close that I could almost jump from the trolley to our front steps. I learned that I could tell when a trolley was coming by putting my ear to the pole. There would be a sound sort of like listening to a conch sea shell, indescribable but a perceptible change. Later I learned to look at the wires overhead. Before I could see the trolley I would see the wires start to sway a little bit. Through many observations I learned it was fact. I'd look up the street and several blocks away the trolley would soon appear. The green and yellow trolleys would turn the corner coming to its daily resting place. Now I'm an adult. I've learned that the word of God has so...