When I was 12 we would drive into Fort Wayne and just before we crossed the river, on the left sat a rusted big steam engine behind a chain linked fence. Now it is one of the best of the Midwest as you Listen for the Whistle.
When I was 12 we would drive into Fort Wayne and just before we crossed the river, on the left sat a rusted big steam engine behind a chain linked fence. Now it is one of the best of the Midwest as you Listen for the Whistle.