tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22816503.post7413848618819526456..comments2007-08-07T16:12:26.267-04:00john eric brandthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243606306592591756noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22816503.post-38908420474524703622007-07-30T20:07:00.000-04:002007-07-30T20:07:00.000-04:002007-07-30T20:07:00.000-04:00I'm somewhat of a train buff - I've always loved the trains. I remember on my 6th birthday all I asked for was a ride on a train - and my wish was granted. We boarded at Hartford and all I can remember was about 15 mins later the train stopped at a crossing and Dad was there to pick us up. <BR/>We'd also wave at the trains, but we were at Emerson's and would try and catch the eye of the Fireman on the caboose (when we weren't putting coins on the track).liloleladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136931475127299171noreply@blogger.com