Are those your nasty feet in sandals?
Glad they weren't around 14-15 years ago. It looks like they're on Foreman St immediately to the west of the south tail of the CSX yard. My little boy would spend hours with me in the parking lot at CSX watching trains and "verbally repeating at the top of his vocal range" the lead engine horn signals as they crossed State St. I'd have gravitated to nearby place that wasn't a motorcycle bar or "private club" for a "pop" to cut the edge.
Anyhow, to this day, I sincerely appreciate the CSX station staff for letting us hang out there. They could have bounced us at any time. The opportunity to watch real shit happen in the real world sparked my son's interest to do the same, and not follow a Silly Con Valley Snake Oil career path.