"You know you're trespassing," one of the workers said.
"Yeah, I know," I replied. "But my love of trains surpasses my fear of being arrested."
"We don't care, but the Bulls do," he told me. The Bulls being the railroad police.
I kept expecting to see Ferret come crawling out of the woods nearby where I sat. I buried my head in this month's Railroad Model Craftsman as I nursed a diet coke and smoked cigarillos.
Work last night was routine. One of the girls had brought a big pan of homemade cinnamon buns for all the employees to eat. They were heavenly. I managed to down two myself and shot my diet to hell. I am still hovering around 215 pounds.
I left for my deliveries before closing. I only had five last night. One of the ladies I delivered to invited me in as she wrote a check. I watched as her quivering hand shook so much she couldn't write it. I filled out the check and had her sign it. We got on the subject of railroads last night and the fallen flag that was the Chattahoochee Valley Railway.
"I used to ride the train from Shawmut to work in the mill in the Valley," she told me.
My first thought was, "God, she must be ancient. They haven't had passenger service in fifty years."
I am still struggling with what years to base my model railroad. The steam era and it's passenger service. Or the later years of SW1500 locomotives and when diesel was king.