I took a guy that I worked with home a few times. First off, he didn't tell me he lived in the complete opposite direction that I was going. And he didn't tell me about the train. When I pulled off I-45 at Cullen and made a left, the first thing I noticed was how dirty it seemed. There were very few houses, small, run-down restaurants, streets lined with industrial office buildings and people carrying hole-ridden shopping bags, talking to themselves, walking down the street. My car at the time was less-than-desirable, so that eased my stress levels. His house, off Leeland on Pease, looked like it could be cited for demolition any day. Granted, he had lived there for 30+ years, but still the upkeep in general on the street was pretty similar. There are a lot of trees, but the light pollution from the Houston Water Customer Services building was awful. Then the train. It bellowed through the thick Houston air. I asked my friend if he heard that all the time. He said he did, but he'd gotten used to it. I nodded, let him out of the car, and drove away. I got back to Cullen and saw a line at the train tracks. I am a fairly patient person, but we sat behind those blinking RR lights for twenty minutes. And the train sounded its horn at least 15 times, as if to remind the entirety of Houston that it was coming through. I took him home a few more times after that and got stuck at the same set of train tracks each time, and each time was an exorbitant amount of time. My best regards are not in order for this area.