My grandfather Ralph O. Stephens also known to many as "Curly" worked for Southern Pacific Railroad in Los Angeles for 40 years. He retired in the early 80's and died a few years after.
I remember going with him to the Los Angeles rail yard where he would show me off to his friends and show me where he worked as an mechanical engineer. I was too young to really appreciate his work but I was facinated at the size, sounds, and power a locomotive could muster.
There is a mystery to railyards. Every time I visit one I feel it's energy. I mostly think it has to do with thinking of Curly. Others feel something when they visit even though they can't quite put a finger on it. Perhaps it's the modern archaeological remnants of the industrial revolution. Well here is to you Curly, may you rest in peace for all eternity.
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Nice, here's to Curly..
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