What I want is a green mu rocking across the meadows on a hot summer afternoon pacing the PRR's Broker with back to back Sharks (even a K4 would do).
Or how 'bout a single pair of zipping across the single track of the P&D and diving into a siding to get out of the way of a pair from the opposite direction.
Or, on a cold winters night, a ten car set of 'em setting the dark sky ablaze with sharp cuts of lightening as ice is scraped from the catenary.
Or, a post midnight departure from the Hoboken trainshed in the last of seven cars packed with the late crowd and stuffed by cigar, pipe, and cigarette smoke.
Or dropping letter into the side slot of the RPO headed for Dover on an autumn afternoon.
Or thowing up a mail sack and picking up a bundle of newspapers kicked out the door of a combine on an early spring morning.
Or watching John Zipay move the trottle back a hair in the cab of th 7:06AM out of Denville as we swished non stop through Summit station while Perry M. Shoemaker took his pipe out of his mouth and looked up from his newspaper to give a wave.
Yeah, I've got them...but they're only memories! Good ones, though.
