Jon,
did you really buy the berk?
Nice!!
My layout is all torn apart, maybe i will capture as it looks now
Hobo Jungle
Tramp loves it because it was designed by Gen. Patton, I believe!!! 
Who is Sydney Moon? Jon, that's your funniest ever. Imagine that. Who's Sydney Moon? She's from SF, California. She loves Berks. Won't drive in anything else.
Around noon, Frankie, wearing an apron with an embroidered elf over his big chest, started baking crostini in olive oil with two toppings—sweet and sour onion with fresh rosemary, and roasted red pepper and eggplant. When the guests arrived, these would be flanked by a slab of parmesan, clams oreganata, and crisp fried whole baby artichokes. A stuffed goose to honor Mary’s New England roots was ready for the oven. Yesterday he’d prepared a spicy tomato sauce for the spaghetti; today he’d add lobster and mussels. Soon it was early afternoon, the kitchen exhaling a variety of wonderful vapors. They opened a bottle of champagne, toasting the day. Frankie, though he enjoyed his red wine while cooking, wasn’t really much of drinker. Their first night had been an exception, and with a tiny smirk she realized even he might get nervous on occasion. There is something in life to frighten everyone.
Mary and Jay set the table, and soon everyone except Frankie was seated—Jimmy Hakken removed his hat, exposing his shaved head—and a procession of food began to arrive from the kitchen. First there was a chilled seafood salad with fresh squid, sea scallops, and shrimp, the pale creatures glistening in herbed olive oil, each glass bowl containing a tentacled squid head like a small violet crown. This was followed by his spaghetti and signature red sauce laden with lobster and mussels. Accompanying the goose, a roasted red snapper with olives, steamed broccoli rabe, and mashed potatoes latticed by fried sage leaves. A salad of radicchio, arugula, and frisee, a turbulent coil of reds and greens finished the main course.
“Everyone get enough to eat?” he said.
“Frankie, best meal I have since I leave Boston,” said Nick, setting his napkin firmly beside his plate.
Around noon, Frankie, wearing an apron with an embroidered elf over his big chest, started baking crostini in olive oil with two toppings—sweet and sour onion with fresh rosemary, and roasted red pepper and eggplant. When the guests arrived, these would be flanked by a slab of parmesan, clams oreganata, and crisp fried whole baby artichokes. A stuffed goose to honor Mary’s New England roots was ready for the oven. Yesterday he’d prepared a spicy tomato sauce for the spaghetti; today he’d add lobster and mussels. Soon it was early afternoon, the kitchen exhaling a variety of wonderful vapors. They opened a bottle of champagne, toasting the day. Frankie, though he enjoyed his red wine while cooking, wasn’t really much of drinker. Their first night had been an exception, and with a tiny smirk she realized even he might get nervous on occasion. There is something in life to frighten everyone.
Mary and Jay set the table, and soon everyone except Frankie was seated—Jimmy Hakken removed his hat, exposing his shaved head—and a procession of food began to arrive from the kitchen. First there was a chilled seafood salad with fresh squid, sea scallops, and shrimp, the pale creatures glistening in herbed olive oil, each glass bowl containing a tentacled squid head like a small violet crown. This was followed by his spaghetti and signature red sauce laden with lobster and mussels. Accompanying the goose, a roasted red snapper with olives, steamed broccoli rabe, and mashed potatoes latticed by fried sage leaves. A salad of radicchio, arugula, and frisee, a turbulent coil of reds and greens finished the main course.
“Everyone get enough to eat?” he said.
“Frankie, best meal I have since I leave Boston,” said Nick, setting his napkin firmly beside his plate.
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Jon, is 3rd Rail really doing THAT particular model in O gauge? It's gotta be a very late build or possibly an experimental - sealed-twin-beam headlight, smoke arresters on the firebox, disc drivers, PT tender - definately for dual service, but why not more Niagaras at that late date? Maybe this one got 'fixed' after an accident. I don't recall ever seeing a photo of a NYC Mohawk (er, ok, Berkshire) engine that dolled-up. In fact, until you posted this, I thought only the final run of P&LE Berks from Alco in late 1948 got all those goodies. It is pretty cool...
Flirtin' with disaster...
Sydney
Clouser - man, it'll take all night to download all of this from the big-boys site.
Flirtin' with disaster...
Hey,Im/here./Just/that/my/cat/spilled/water/into/my/keyboard/and/it/wont/type/spaces/or/apostrophes.
I/like/Sydney/I/like/the/Berk/I/like/I/like/Labatts50s/and/I/love/the/ears/on/that/passenger/train.
Kind/of/a/nice/night/to/curl/up/with/someone/tasty,no?
or/at/least/have/someone/hand/you/a/longneck.
I/like/Sydney/I/like/the/Berk/I/like/I/like/Labatts50s/and/I/love/the/ears/on/that/passenger/train.
Kind/of/a/nice/night/to/curl/up/with/someone/tasty,no?
or/at/least/have/someone/hand/you/a/longneck.
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