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Metra, they say, is the way to really fly.
Every day I used to board in Joliet and rode straight to LaSalle Street Station. I once relied on the Rock Island Metra to get me to Chicago, just like so many others in the suburbs. I never gave much thought at that time to rail safety or the train operations that got me to where I needed to go. It got me to and from college, and that was the last I thought of it — until recently.
I used to pass by the 191st Street crossing in Mokena, but it was always a blurred memory to me, as I watched it briefly pass through the tinted window.