E + the red caboose, southwest of chicago.

There's a quiet spot near us that my kids and I have been coming to for years. They call it "the secret caboose." Truth be told, it's far from secret and aside from the caboose, there's not a whole lot there. However, over the years, it's taken on a bit of mystique and nostalgia. I'll be sad to see the day -- undoubtedly sooner than I'm ready to admit -- when "Let's go see the secret caboose!" is met with yawns and eye rolls instead of wide eyes and unanimous approval.

In the meantime, I couldn't think of a better spot to share with our buddy E on a late fall afternoon.