My Favorites., were the Southern, they bought our groceries., from 1926 to 1976., and the Nc@stl., they bought my grandparents groceries also., when Daddy was cut off from SR., grandaddy was usually working., we ate at his house…[angel]
Ditto. Every few years I have focus on one more than another, but I don’t really have a favorite. It’s like your kids; there isn’t a favorite, although every now and then you seriously consider abandonment or emargoing. [:D]
To quote the Forum Pundit (and everyone’s favorite kitten): Yawn.
As Jim says, we go through this every so often. And although it might be interesting to turn on the way-back machine and see what I said before, I’ll start fresh:
My favorite railroad is whichever one is bringing the next train I see.