It’s June already! Time to move the Diner, but to where? I can’t remember if there were any reccommendations in addition to the roundhouses and turntables that we did in May (thanks for all the contributions!).
Perhaps we could continue the repair shop theme by touring othe types of facilities like machine shops, paint shops or car shops. It might be interesting to see how things are made.
On the other hand, we could change direction completely. Have we ever done control towers and signal towers?
Thanks for a flawless opening of the June Diner, Dave!
I think signals, signal towers (boxes) and similar structures would be something of interest. I can recall at least a dozen times when I was taking pictures around the railroad in those bygone days when the tower operator would holler “Hey kid! You want to come up and have a look?”
Several of my dad’s brothers and his father were agents and operators on the Boston & Albany and Boston & Maine railroads. Fun Stuff.
I had been asked up by the operator at ‘CT’ tower here in Cleveland back in the late '60 when there were people actually working in these buildings before everything became remotely controlled.
Welcome to June too, and thanks for starting us out like you always do[:)]
Judy and myself, strolled down to the VFW to have some broasted chicken in the lovely town of Spicer.
It didn’t get funny until the way back. There was this chain link fence area around a Gulch.
Judy asked, what’s up with that?
Told her, Don’t know, but do you want to go in there?
She said no! And as we were walking by, she was told, it’s probably not to keep us from going in there, but more importantly, to keep what’s in there from coming out[(-D]
Gidday Chloe, a banana smoothie, please.
Thanks for the move, Dave.
Great news, Henry!
Pleased to see that the holiday makers are enjoying themselves.
Moorhouse Signal Box, relocated from the Templeton Station on the South Island Main Trunk, south of Christchurch to its present site on the Ferrymead Railway at Ferrymead Heritage Park.
Good morning, Folks. Zoe, could I get a black coffee, please?
Last month, someone asked what brought me to Our Fair City, school or work? School brought me, but inertia kept me. I wanted a PhD, but while getting the BA, I realised I couldn’t support my wife and family as a student. So after graduation, I got a job at the school helping people use the computing systems. I lost that job during a bout with depression. As I recovered, I took up driving a cab. Thus the moniker: I never knew where my next trip would take me. And since there are at least three ways to get anywhere (the easy way, the short way, and the fast way), I didn’t know how I would get there, either.
When the cab company went belly-up, I took a job at a company doing wheelchair transport, so I still don’t know where my next trip will take me.
My roof had no leaks and was secure, so I am way down on the priority list.
I did my own soffit repair/upgrade, and roofers wanted that, and the electrical service entrance, finished first since I am not in am emergency situation.
Also, I am getting a custom steel roof, so there is a delay on material.
And, I want to deal with an established local company, not one of the hundreds of roofers that came in out of nowhere, so that was an additional wait.
I often get asked how in the world I have lived in Cape Coral for 40+ years.
We moved here in 1982 when I was in 10th grade. At the time Cape Coral was a small retirement community. I got a good job with General Motors in 1986, then went to work for Cummins in 1990. This kept me here.
I met my wife in 1987. For decades it seemed like we were the youngest people in Cape Coral. Now as the city changes into a bedroom community for workers in Fort Myers, we are the “old people” on the street.
It sure is not a retirement community anymore. This change happened in the past 10 years. The current group of retirees are the worst people I have ever seen. The fewer the better.
Good morning, diners. I’m getting a late start this morning – had several errands come up early. Since it’s later, I’ll just have some bacon, eggs, and black coffee.
I lost my 43-day Wordle streak today. I won’t give the word away, but I wouldn’t have gotten it with ten guesses.
It sounds like you’ve had an interesting time – at least you probably meet some very interesting people.
That’s exactly what happened in our town last year. We have 7,000 people in our town, and there must have been 30 different roofing companies with signs within a week of the storm.
Most of the roofs are now done, but even a year later, there are still a lot of houses with holes in the siding and windows that are broken. We keep hearing about supply problems, but people are now wondering if these will be fixed before the next storm.
Not much else going on on the plains. We keep hoping we will get some rain, but the lines of storms always break up before they reach us. This has been a long dry spell. If I didn’t care about the lawn, I wouldn’t water it, and then I wouldn’t have to mow it. [:)]
When I dealt with the SF claims guy 10 years ago, he said that a person should always phone their claim in right away. Don’t wait. (I happened to actually phone it in while the hail was still falling, LOL.)
He said the big insurance companies set aside funds every quarter for claims as part of their budgeting process. But if you happen to file a claim late, the budgeted money could run out and then the companies become more stingy once claims exceed their budget for the quarter.
I filed my claim right away. One wall of siding needed replaced too. The nice claims guy said that he couldn’t find siding to match, so he just resided the entire house.
