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Sent: Tuesday, June 22, 2004 8:54
AM
Subject: PC: An old friend
Guys,
After a 6 months absents from Canton I went back for a couple of
months to work some jobs with Saturday and Sunday off. On my local C41 to
Massillon I had the NS 5356 as a single unit. Once inside the
cab I knew we were once very close friends. The FRA card
answered my question. Yep, the Conrail 8211 the conductor was still in the
yard office so we discussed how things are now and the good times we shared,
just her and I alone on HLP 40C. The many nights we went to Big Run and
waited for the 14,000 COPI to show up. We talked about tipping the hill
at Smithville going west and hearing the detector going off at Sherve
knowing that we would be arriving the same time and making this a quick
move because the mosquitoes are always bad at the Run
in the summer. She reminded me how she and one of she sisters pushed like
hell to the top of the hill. I could put the seat back and take it easy till I
heard the engine starting to relax. I notched off to # 4 across the flats
then tore into it again for Massillon Hill. We talked about me bring the
latest issue of MR and getting some good articles read while in the clear. I
almost didn't recognize her with the new black dress and white eye liner. She
was proud she had kept the same old voice box hanging outside over the
cab. She sounded like the same old girl to me. She
also reminded me about the time we lifted the 16,000 ton GRB grain
train off the hill without a single slip. I honestly don't remember us doing
that but, she must have. I looked her over inside and out. The inner guts
were clean, the cab was nice and the toilet was good shape also. She was
disappointed about all the places she used to go in Canton now gone. Republic
Steel although open is almost dead. Danner press, White Engines. Diebolds all
gone. She was a little older now with a little vibration from the main
generator. She said she's gotten by the last 4 years but misses the
good times we had over the years hauling stowaways and doing what she done
best. She ask if I still had all the roster slides I had take of her over the
years wearing a fresh coat of blue paint. She said if she
gets a scratch she could still bleed a little blue blood. I think
she is content wearing her new black dress. I spotted a little
cancer from inside the nose facing toward the fireman's door below the battery
box. After shutting her down tonight and driving out of the parking
lot she was silent but still happy to have survived all these
years.
Chip...
PS She did remind me she
is 26 years old
now.