For me, it began on a Sunday afternoon in the fall of 1953, when an indulgent bachelor uncle took his just-turned-four nephew down to the PRR station and interlocking plant at Nescopeck, Penna. Word had gotten out that steam operation would be ending on Pennsy's Wilkes-Barre branch that weekend. I can still racall the M-1 4-8-2 detatching itself from the head of the train and picking up three cars which might have been left from a the branch line to Hazlteon (which itself would shortly fall victim to Hurricane Hazel).
Happily, there were still a few places not that far away where steam lingered for another couple of years, and a couple of Employees Timetables and a subscription to Trains came along a few years later. By the time I was in High School, I had a pretty good understanding of the industry, economics included, and an agenda of places I wanted to see sooner or later (and in some cases, while I still could).
Later exploration would take me to some of those places I'd always read about (Cajon, Soldier Summit, the Moffat Tunnel and Quebec Bridge) and a particular fascination with operating rules, interlocking plants, dispatching and the like would lead to some experimentation based on an honors course in computer simulation I'd attended while at Penn State. I made one fling at working for the railroads --- strangely enough, while in my forties --- but "the job" sometimes calls for talents which which, anywhere else, might be considered an idiosyncrasy. And it did lead to a couple of cab rides and sanctioned visits to very "hot" locations.
It's an experience which, for some strange reason, has always added stability to the rest of my persona, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
What a revoltin' development this is! (William Bendix)