Urban, tks for the lead. I used to carry my Dad's supper to the Roundhouse in the 40's, I was like 10. My Mom saw to it that he got a hot supper if he worked a night shift. We lived about 2 miles from the place, and I ould usually ride my bike, but a lot of times in the winter it was too icy for that, so I had to hoof it. All the men knew I was Dan Delaney's boy and they would pull tricks on me. I eventually caught on to the antics, and avoided them. I will always remember this first one they pulled on me. I got to the Foreman Shack with his meal. I stopped in and asked where I could find him. They told me down by track such and such. I had to make sure he got the meal, so Mom insisted I give it to him personally, no leaving it anywhere. So I saunter down to the place and when I got next to an engine, they had called ahead, and the engineer blew steam as I walked past. Scared the bejesus outta me! I almost dropped that lunch pail of hot stew!