My friend Brian and I liked to go up to the train tracks and put pennies on the rails and watch the freights flatten them. An older boy, Lundy, whose claim to fame in the neighborhood was having a tick on his di__ frozen off, ratted us out to the school gym teacher of all people. Said you could derail the trains. We then moved on to putting the pennies onto Rte. 17 and watching the trucks run over them. Not the same results to be sure and we soon stopped after a few near misses with traffic. We were two of the smarter boys in school, don't you think?