My Ever Changing Moods

So, in all of the excitement, I forgot a few little things from the trip - train-related, of course.  Got to see a CSX maintenance-of-way train, powered by an ancient B23-7 in Bright Future paint.  It sounded very good.  Saw the same train twice at my aunt's - once loaded, once empty.  Although I didn't get to see it, CSX #1, The Spirit of West Virginia, was at Logan's yard on Tuesday (photographed here).  And when I was passing through Huntington, I got to see an MP15 working the yard there.  Man, switcher-style carbodies are cool.

Slept very well last night.  In my own bed.  Not a small hotel bed.  Not on a couch.  My bed.  Mine.  Not someone else's.  Mine.

Today, a trip to AutoZone to get a couple sets of bushings for the Explorer.  And probably not much else, unless Erin summons me to Lancaster.

10-9-8

Never rains but it pours.  A line of heavy storms blew through the state on Tuesday night.  Ripped off part of the barn roof at Mom&Dad's farm, rafters and all.  Fell near the garage, and reportedly hit the van.  Damage reports are unclear so far.