The beat up old pulpwood trucks were kicking up a lot of dust as I walked near the pulpwood yard in the rail yard. These big trucks bring loads of logs to be loaded onto railcars. I paid close attention as I want to model this operation someday.
As I was walking, a strange, gangly man greeted me also walking the tracks. He had a heavy backpack slung over his shoulder.
"You got a fiver?" he asked as he neared.
"No," I replied. "I am flat broke."
I lied. I did have a little money mom had given to me yesterday. I was saving it for emergencies.
"Where are you headed?" I then asked.
"Lagrange," he replied and didn't elaborate.
He wasn't the talkative type and kept on walking the tracks towards Atlanta. I was getting strange vibes from him and was glad to see him go.
I really want to go shopping today south of Atlanta at that Southern railway inspired train shop. I am thinking of asking Dad for a hundred dollars to do so. I need more kits to assemble and weather. It is a long shot, but I am going to give it a try.