Grandparents Batot house, Eagle Pass Texas, July 2010

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Grandpa Batot died when I was about 9 years old, and he lived a few hundred miles away, so I didn't see him very often, but that was enough to know he liked hanging out with me. Of course, the feeling was mutual. One day we were walikng down the side street from his house toward the railroad track. As he was telling me the names of things like huisache trees we heard a train coming. He made me think he caused the train to blow its horn when it crossed the road.

So I was delighted when a train came while I was shooting these shots of the old house. He made it blow its horn again.