I'm going to come at this from a different direction. I'm about 3/4 mile north of the old NYC main (now Amtrak) from Detroit to Chicago, and directly under the air approach for Detroit Metro Airport's main runway (3C).
The sounds of aircraft approaching from the northeast for landing are ubiquitous, and have so mixed into the background noise over the years that we don't notice them at all, unless they're from an unusual aircraft, like the C-17 that carries the president's limo into town, the Concorde when it visited Detroit, or the B-24 based at nearby Willow Run airport on Memorial Day as it flies over to support local parades.
Fortunately take-offs only occur when the wind blows from the north, which is usually only in the winter, when the windows are closed. The FAA and airport authorities do a good job of policing landing noise. About every twenty years some local group will threaten to file a lawsuit over noise but it never gets anywhere, and really shouldn't because it's not that bad.
However the sounds of trains, when they come, are a welcome change. Aircraft arrivals and departures are timed around planes flying inbound to service our transportation hub, bringing in people from all parts of the country, then outbound after taking on passengers from other inbound flights, heading out of the other side of the airport, thankfully.
In between landing clusters, and for most of the night we have quiet time. This is when the trains shine.
In the morning for many, many years we've heard Torch Lake whistling off, taking museum visitors at Greenfield Village for their customary train ride around the site.
In the evening after dinner we can hear Amtrak's Wolverine approaching from the west, signaling for grade crossings, each horn blast getting louder as it approaches. Now that the line has been upgraded for higher speeds this transpires much more quickly than it used to.
In the middle of the night the freights do the same, but moving more slowly.
None of it is excessive. All of it very welcomed.
In the midst of all this one of the most interesting days in my lifetime, which was both amazing and troubling at the same time, occurred on 9/11/2001. When the U.S. airspace shut down the silence here was deafening. My wife likes to say that we new for sure that the world had stopped on that day, not necessarily because of the events we saw on TV in New York and Washington, but because all the hubbub that we've become accustomed to over the years simply vanished in an instant. It was gone for several days.
All we had to fill the gap were the trains. And they were a welcomed sign that life was still going on around us in spite of the disaster.
When you think about possibly buying that new house near the tracks, think not only of the bad but the good as well.
I'll take the trains anytime.
Mike