I spend one summer with my dad living in a bunk car down from the depot. The afternoon passenger train engine would stop right by it, blowing off steam completely covering our car. Scared the - out of me the first couple of times. *NM*
I spend one summer with my dad living in a bunk car down from the depot. The afternoon passenger train engine would stop right by it, blowing off steam completely covering our car. Scared the - out of me the first couple of times. *NM*
