his show was the best of times, and the worst of times.
Originally I only had three people besides myself scheduled for set-up. That’s a pretty tall order. But something like seven or so showed. It was like a Hallmark Christmas Special. “Why, it’s Christmas and angry Uncle Pete came, bearing gifts and goodwill. Hooray!”
On the other hand, by about 2pm, we only had two trains running (with an occasional third nosing out). Bob Klauck hung in there with me, passing each other in our slow circuits, over and over. So thanks, Bob, for running above and beyond.
And my sister, who’s never really seen the layout, she came out. It was just wonderful to show her everything and explain stuff. We were looking at Folkston and suddenly this guy with his son stopped and he says, “Hey, there’s Folkston!” Looked at my sister and smiled. See!
And yet we saw about the worst behaved child I’ve ever seen at a show, a disaster that went on and on, totally cringeworthy. If you know your child is that out-of-control, then why bring him to a place like that where he’ll run around for over and hour, screaming at dealers and handing our rolling stock? You need to be able to pull him out if he gets like that. And if you know he gets like that, he should never be brought to something like that.
I guess I’m just nackered from the show. On the good side, we picked up $200 for the event, $70 in donations and a hundred or so from the table, so we brought in some green.
Time for bed. Goodnight, trains.