‘m late on this piece – yeah, I know. Running home after a great session, I saw the moon through (appropriately) the moonroof, and so regardless of the time, one hobby lent itself to another and I was outside with the scope until 12:30am. But that’s hobbies for you.
Even when I came in and was putting the peeper away, I really didn’t know what to write about. We had a good showing, a number of the old timers had much of the layout already cleaned. The clocks booted up in master/slave configuration perfectly. My paperwork was already out and it took five minutes to get the computer up and running. We had a lot of guests, but our engineers were happy to accommodate them. And so, pretty much on time, the layout came up and we launched.
I though I had a piece pretty much pre-written – our young Matthew volunteered to run the Martin Yard, first time, because Yardman Frank was sunk in horrific traffic and was delayed. It’s not an easy job – in fact, along with dispatching, it’s the toughest post on the railroad. It’s got a lot of paperwork, servicing nine trains and getting everything spotted, all with confusion and such. But, no, Matthew soared at it – good news, I got a backup Yardlette. Bad news, no blog piece on a disaster. Pity.
Even though we were a little light, we ran everything but a local and two passenger trains, and this was all pretty much on time (with some freights even rolling ahead of reported time-outs). I don’t think anyone found themselves waiting for warrants, the guests had a great time, the crews seemed pretty happy, and a good time was had by all.
So, victory for the club, but a defeat for snarky writing.
And since this is the end of the piece, everyone say, “Arrrrrgh!” (inside club joke )