My neighbor Clyde's yard is a goldmine when it comes to looking for photo subjects, nearly as intriguing as the train yards at Mineral. I can remember when this poor old thing was still operational. Okay, it didn't go far when it went anywhere, but at least it ran. I do know that he's had several offers made for it, but I think he's sentimentally attached. After all, he rode in it when he was just a boy.
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