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The grandsons are much like their father. They love history and when they heard about this steam engine coming there were plans to be made. We needed to drive along, speed ahead and enjoy the journey out side looking in. It was adventure.
It’s 4:52 am where I am and they just called to remind me that it would be parked where we could get a close look and we could pick them up and take them there.
I think we are probably going to pick them up and make a trip, but not this early. It’s too dark to appreciate it. I love their excitement. It seems to be contagious.
My story is as follows: I was born in a fast train in 1952.
And they always attracted me magically as well as traveling in them.
Oh! That is magically fun and interesting.
Hope you enjoyed the journey.
As it turned out I didn’t go. I did the more important and mundane things.