You wanna hear about love? Oh, I'll tell you about love...the story. The original love story....My mother's uncle. He was a millionaire....All through high school, he dated this one girl. They were inseparable. And when they graduated, she went off to Carnegie Mellon....So he stays in the hometown, and they begin their long-distance relationship.
The plan is, on the third Sunday of every month, he'll train out, spend a week, then train back. They do this for four years...Two months before she's going to graduate, he's got this job digging graves, and he comes across....a steamer trunk containing silver ingots....many, many silver ingots. Now, my mother's uncle--being quite the ingenious chap--he buries the trunk again and heads up to the main office, where he proceeds to purchase a cemetery plot. Guess which one?
....So now he owns the plot and all its contents. Two days later, my mother's uncle is worth three million....[but] inside the steamer trunk, stenciled into the wood, or something like that, is a curse....A cryptic curse: "Great fortune means great loss" it said.
....The day my mother's uncle is heading out to see the girl, he stops at his accountant's to grab some cash, and winds up missing his train. So he has to take the next one--which he does--and he gets there an hour later than his usual time of arrival, whereupon he sees lights....It seems that while she was standing on the platform waiting that extra hour for my mother's uncle to show up, the girl was dragged into the bushes by an unknown assailant, raped, and gutted. The assailant was never apprehended.
That's a love story? Yes, and here's why: my mother's uncle rode that train every day for the rest of his life. One day up, the next day back. Did that till the day he died. He donated the fortune he'd acquired to the train station in Pittsburg to have a well-lit terminal built. The train line let him ride for free after