Hobo Jungle

[darsenau]

Genghis Khan

[webenda]

Wayne, We met a local community college.

Ditto. I met Mardi at Pima Community College in Psych 101. She was a nurse preparing to move into Psychiatric Nursing and I was an electronic technician preparing to be an engineer in a nut house called Hughes Aircraft. Psych training proved valuable in dealing with the ego battles engineers tend to get into.

[rogruth]

Did you know that the ancient Sumerians had a beer goddess?

[Daisy]

Here are a couple dusk shots - dedicated to the Sumerian beer goddess

[AG]

This shot is absolutely AWESOME!!
The colors, the cat and the hi speed train....
I really like it.....
A.

[2railjon]

Persian rug, proud cat in an old rocker, a couple of cold beers while passenger trains whisk by- whats not to love?
I hope the 3rd Rail EM-1 is pulling the B&O express!!!! Now that would be classy!!!

[webenda]

Love the photo of the cat watching the trains. I can imagine the cat thinking...


Toshiro Mifune, the Main coon cat with the freight train body, sits in his rocking chair daydreaming...

Reference:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toshir%C5%8D_Mifune
http://www.verismocat.com/htmscripts/origins.htm

[rogruth]

Is that the beer god/dess in the chair?

It's great when space is available to do a real floor layout.They bring back earlier parts of our lives.My wife got tired of it on our living room floor so we built a small building for storage and a permanent layout.

Permanent and floor each have good and bad points.

Nice layout you have without a lot of extra work.

[Tramp]

Wayne, great avatar. I laughed. Now, back to the train room.

[The Dirt]

I remember a floor layout that I once found totally charming. It was a first-floor expanse, however, and however inconvenient underfoot, it was stunning in its period-setting, as a big-ass Virginian wound its way in muted-light under a billiard table and a wooden desk, past wainscoting and marble fireplace, over Oriental rugs and beneath nine-foot windows, past my stretched-out-on-the-floor nose, before a sofa, and eventually to watch the caboose lamps wind their way around, and disappear behind, the pocket-door that separated the living-rooms. It was as easy to believe that I was in a Victorian train station, and when I closed my eyes and listened to the heart-rending hoot of the whistle from that Virginian, a note, as I said at the time, that would bring back every heartbreak you’ve ever suffered, a sound which would make you and that steamer inseparable for life…

(Yes?... Say what?... He WHAT?!?... )

Well, anyway, it was the Field of… I mean, the Floor-Layout-of-Dreams, and the hobo will have a hard time surpassing it, though I see from some gorgeous photos that it’s well on its way.

Say, what's the name of this pike, anyway?

[Tramp]

Pete, here's the kicker: there are so many things we don't know. Here's one you may not know. Jon needed that Virginian more than I did. Out of the MANY brass engines he's purchased, that puppy is the only one that has run perfectly. Know why? (He might tell us some day.)

Lovely memory you wrote about. I'm sure it wasn't like that at all, but then, I wasn't there, was I?

I've never thought of naming the pike, but maybe I should. Any hobo suggestions?

[2railjon]

Hmmm..... The Rocking Chair & Mifune Railway?

[The Dirt]

Lovely memory you wrote about. I'm sure it wasn't like that at all, but then, I wasn't there, was I?

Yes you wuz, buddy-boy! You were all excited about double-heading those two monsters. I was too agog at the sight to talk. I was too stunned at the whole experience to talk. That magnificent house, all the exquisite art and that huge talent, all the history in that beautiful little town, that gorgeous waterfront with the lobster boats creaking and the salt water slapping, the run down to Camden with the contraband in the trunk and that restaurant on the water with those osprey diving. Overwhelming to a rube such as myself. I ain't been right since.
But then, I got so much to be humble about.

It was your ex who was gone. Probably all pissed-off you had the pike on the first floor causing all sorts of wifely inconVENience.

Wish I could do 'er again, but now that Ms. Daisy is there, I'd likely be doubly mute. She freaks me out.

Just shittin' ya, about the Virginian.
But what a whistle.

[Daisy]

I'm kind of a superfreaky girl Pete. But not nearly as freaky as this Webenda/Perrine thing.

[The Dirt]

I know what you mean. That business has had me worried ever since.
Wayne always struck me as super-smart, but otherwise a calm and sensible sort of person.
And now, THIS!!

But ya had to know he had some loose edges, what with his color-blindness and all...

One never knows WHAT is going to show up here!