Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Guess I'll never grow up.

Some of the fondest memories from my childhood involve trains. Those memories include the model trains my Dad had, the layout my Brother had under the pool table downstairs and the model layout(s) I had. My Dad took lots of pictures of trains both before I arrived on the scene and many with me posed in front of them. Taking pictures of them comes pretty naturally. Then there were the train rides to Los Angeles with my Grandparents. I guess there is some deep-seated fascination with trains in me. So I drove out to Golden Colorado and spent a couple of hours prowling around the old trains.

Just like riding a bike. One hand on the Johnson bar the other hanging on for dear life..

I may be getting older but I doubt I'll ever grow up....


Mayor of CrazyTown said...

Holy crap! Two posts in one week. Are you feeling okay?

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the advice dad. I love you.

Byran & Diana said...

Sorry for the shameless promotion of my friend but he did a documentary on Ogden and the Union Station.

You might be interested in it.

It's being aired tonight on KUED.

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