“Such a day; rum all out. Our company somewhat sober; a damned confusion amongst us! Rogues a plotting. Talk of separation. So I looked sharp for a prize and took one with a great deal of liquor aboard. So kept the company hot, damned hot, then all things went well again.”
– Edward Teach (Blackbeard)
think I know why I thought about this during the FEC’s latest op session. Both shed doors were open. Had a train pull past a turnout and then back unannounced. But I’d already thrown the switch behind him and he backed over it. A caboose on the ground. And faintly, I could hear the rogues snickering and plotting. Talk of separation, indeed. Damn their eyes – I’d get them to session’s end, call me a liar if I don’t!
But really it was a good one. My buddy Bruce got to run locals (yeah, tossed him off a cliff to see if he could fly). And I ran panels. The lady yardlettes kept things hot, damned hot, trains on the ready track, the arrivals clear. They were flowing in and out. And dammee, I held that panel for four hours straight. When the session ended, I felt my body unroll, the muscles letting go. Man, I’d been so focused.
So it was a great sessions. Most trains ran on time if not leaning a little ahead. We kept things moving and the crews occupied. One or two slips, but nothing too bad. As always, nothing like the great feeling of running the panel and throwing a line of signal indicator toggles with a single sweep of a finger, lighting them off, one-two-three-four and watching the trains advance. Yeah, nothing like it in the world.
Then all things went well again.
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