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alking across the weedy gravel of Bound Brook yard, stepping over rails and making my way to my waiting train. My brakeman is up on the nose running board, hanging out the X271 number board, slotting in the white flags. We’ve got a fast extra freight to Cincy. As I climb aboard with my no-orders clearance card, I gotta smile at the newby dispatcher -he cut me the order yet didn’t insult an old hogger like me by telling me to hold for 202 to arrive (which would have been a touch insulting). I’d have bet that a first-time DSer running […]