Patience. Patience. Patience. I just know that those O.D. Green New York Central Pullmans will be on my door step this afternoon. Maybe not. And it’s certainly not that I’m so prototypical that I won’t run anything else behind it.
I still would be if my bobbing giraffe car consist had’nt caught fire. Patience.
I guess it’s OK to be running around with a naked tender, as long as your caboose isn’t hanging out.[swg]
Tell the damn postman to hurry up, you have a schedule to keep.[banghead][sigh][:P]