Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thanksgiving Morning

Bird and dressing.

I added mushrooms, green onions, celery and a touch of ginger to Mrs. Cubbison's Cube Stuffing, Herb Seasoned. Just got the bird into the oven. In about 4 hours it will be time to eat.

I am thankfull for all the things we usually cite. In this country there are few who are not. I am also thankfull I was born in a democratic republic where that is more than just a false label. I am thankfull that my parents made sure I knew I was loved and shared their faith with me, but didn't force-feed it to me. I am thankfull I was able to receive a good education that opened my mind instead of closing it.

I'm thinking of, and thankfull for, all of the people I have met in my life; you have all had a part in shaping who I am. I am thankfull for who I am.

Love and gratitude,

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

It jist growed that way.

I thought I would pare down the virtual San Joaquin Railway to a
"diminutive elegance", as I declared to my model railroading friends,
recently. Now, three iterations hence, the plan has gotten just as big
as it had been before. The time has come to bow to the inevetable -
it's going to be a big, and, somewhat, complicated operation.
Completely impractical, of course, since it looks to take a month to
cycle through all the operations; my interchange partners may get a
bit impatient.

I'm sure I can explain all of this. Well, probably not. I have so many
industries that I delight in that I could not leave them out. As a
result the SJRY still has Port Costa Brick, Orangekatz Metals, Mother
Mavis' Marvelous Munchies and the Chrono-Synclastic Corporation, to
name only a few. I still have the means to amuse my friends while I
dream up improbable commodities and destinations.

Love, and "Look for the Train",


The Archeoferroequinologist
(parse that one out, if you dare)

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Oakland Morning

Oakland Morning, originally uploaded by Stephen Foster.

Morning light is magical. The best reason to rise before the sun is to be here when he rises.

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