| PNWR 3007 nose to the load on a southbound triple header hauling the local back home waiting for clear track on the deck of Vancouver Station... and its 4:30PM, theres no light left, a wet dog smells better than I do, Im saturated down to my Fruit-of-the-Looms, and I hope to dry out a little before having to settle into a pew for the rest of the evening, so splash back to the car to the disbelieving stare of the better-half, who has remained in the car listening to Christmas music for the past twenty minutes... and you wanna know something? Except for the fact they refused to turn on the heat in the church, I dont think I wouldve traded the evening for most anyone elses. Thanks for trains. |