intuition is a practice

When I was growing up, there was no way to look up when the train came.

Sometimes a tourist would ask, "Where is the train schedule?"

A New Yorker would reply, "There is no train schedule."

I mean, there was. I suppose there probably was a train schedule. But we didn't bother with it.

We felt the wind, we listened for the rustle, we could tell the difference between a local and an express.

More of this, please.