One Night By Brent Kneebush The night is cool and crisp as you
sit outside gazing at the stars, the only sounds are the chirping of crickets and
the hum of the occasional car. You check your watch; it's 1:03 AM. You wonder why any person in their
right mind would be doing what you're doing now. Your
mind begins to wander as you think back, recounting your first
experiences with what you love so much. A Christmas morning and a present under the
tree comes to mind, then sitting in a car, barely old enough to say
your name, watching the biggest thing you had ever seen in all your life zoom past in a
blur of flashing silver and black. You remember trips to Galesburg, Strasburg , Altoona,
Union and countless other places where hidden treasures abound at every turn. You
remember a return trip from Denver in streamlined comfort. All of a sudden the sound of a clearly
computerized voice breaks your chain of thought and you look up just as
the lights you've been sitting next to flash from dark to green and red. Clearly audible
now is the sound of nearly 14,000 hp belting out a chorus like no other in the world, then
in a deafening roar a C40-8W, an SD60I, and two SD40-2's zoom by trailing a seemingly
endless tail of UPS trailers punctuated with a flashing red light. Then, as soon
as it started it's over and your thoughts return to Lionel trains, N&W 1218, Baldwins,
EMD's, GE's, The Pennsy, The 20th Century Limited, and the Zephyrs, that is until another
Trail Van Train shatters the small-town quiet of Bryan, Ohio. Back
to The Beanery