One of the main reasons that this “blob” came to be is because I wanted to make sure that I had my dads stories saved. Then I realized that there are a lot of people who enjoy his stories and would love to read them too! I also started this “blob” so that I could …
Until now, these stories have been mostly in sequence. But, we will suddenly remember something that would just be fun to share with you. When we jump from a story about running a train to Barstow and in the next post talk about working with Glen Campbell at Lake Tahoe, you might wonder how in …
That’s what a Los Angeles driver asked me when he followed me into a mall parking lot after reading my license plate frame that reads: I’D RATHER BE ON A BACKUP MALLET. “I’m really into croquet but I’ve never heard …
I was now a switchman, a professional railroader with my favorite railroad. I loved working there but it didn’t take long to find out that it’s a lot easier to railroad when you’re a high school kid doing fun things in the cab of the Elsie than it is having to deal with the reality …
Back in the 1940 and 50s, railroads often ran special passenger trains for railroad fan groups and Railway Club of Southern California, Railroad Boosters and other groups frequently chartered trains that ran over interesting railroad routes. One of the favorite features of a railroad fan trip was having the train stop at interesting locations for …
MERRY CHRISTMAS 2020 from Tommy and Susi Unless you live under a rock, you’ve heard more about C-19 and elections than you want to hear. Depending on where you live and your point of view, it has probably been somewhere between …
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One day in 1949, I wormed my way into the nerve center of the locomotive—THE CAB—where the engineer controls the movement of the engine and train. After 1905, when Santa Fe took Death Valley Scotty on his chartered train from LA to Chicago in about forty-four hours at speeds that sometimes exceeded 100 MPH, they …
I guess a bio is supposed to start at the beginning—so, I was born in 1933 in Los Angeles and raised in Inglewood a couple of miles east of where LAX is now. Having started life that long ago, I sometimes have a hard time understanding what my daughter Melissa is talking about; like, “this …