When I was young, without enough sense to come in out of the rain, I decided to make a trip west in January. When I arri...
Work boots with red shoelaces. They sat in my father’s closet. Way back in the corner. Peeking out from under a pile...
5:30 a.m. on Sunday morning at the Bayshore Roundhouse and it's quiet. The hostlers and mechanics were long gone, but a...
Our family history with the railroad started in 1950 at Lane (MP 16.5), that is where my Dad started out with the UP on ...
My railroad career began almost 45 years ago at what today is Union Pacific’s Harter Yard in Oklahoma City. The Rock I...