It has one fascinating story.
Orange juice. Who knew?
It was April of 2006 when I encountered the Juice train. Just short of Richmond, Virginia. Along the CSX rails.
But this train travels from Florida on a regular basis, heading north, bringing carloads of juice.
All so you can have a good glass full.
Sometimes, a plan just works out.
Yes, that’s one mighty tasty steak there…
Not to mention all that fine linen, silver and (Indian Tree pattern) china, too.
I wish I could say that I’ve been off on an adventure. Well, maybe I have, but not one planned. An old injury has shown it’s causes again and has limited my use of the keyboard. So my lack of posts on the blog is the result. It’s a combination of pain and error that has kept me away.
So, now with good drugs, I’m back at the old stand here. What’s ahead? Well, coming up a few well deserved tales. A look at more about railroading. One on a favorite old dame fine vintage lady and another that takes a look inside the passenger train at some traditions that still live on. Maybe even a train trip report from a new (at least to me) destination.
At some point, I’ll have my thoughts on the new Tim Burton/Johnny Depp version of “Dark Shadows”; as well as some of the summer crop of films. Also planning a visit to Anaheim in late June with a look at the latest and greatest at Disneyland.
So until the shoulder is fully healed, look for me to check in now and then.
You really can’t go wrong here.
I mean, only $5 a piece. That’s all to step back and watch films from those summers gone by. Summers that you spent during those years growing up.
And step back you can in 2012. Look over that line up.
“Stand By Me” from 1986, “The Blues Brothers” from 1980, “Apollo 13” from 1995, “Ghostbusters” from 1985, “Close Encounters Of The Third Kind” from 1977, “An American Werewolf In London” from 1981 and “The Breakfast Club” from 1985.
Great films all. And shown from 35 mm prints, too. No video here.
And lines we love to remember right? “You guys wanna go see a dead body?” “We’re on a mission from God.” “Houston, we have a problem.” “There is no Dana, only Zuul.” “Dad, after this can we throw dirt in MY window?” “A naked American man stole my balloons.” “Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?”
$5 gets you the movie, in a classic art deco theater – no less – and the Mighty Wurlizter, and Dec-O-Win. Cocktails are extra, but very reasonable. Check out the Paramount.
It’s cheaper than therapy and a lot more fun!
From this image, taken from the rear of one of the railcars used on our various trips over the Donner Summit, you would think that snow is a constant.
And you would be wrong. More often than not, you see it on the ground, not in the air.
Not that there is anything wrong with snow in the air. We had one trip, years ago, where a couple rode the rear platform in polar suits. Really enjoyed the cold weather. Another trip fondly recalled, found us making a moonlight crossing, with the train over 10 hours late, but plenty of folks outdoors taking it all in. I myself recall one especially relaxing moment stepping out into light powder. Just the thing to cool off after toiling in a very hot kitchen!
The best of both worlds? Safe and warm inside, with a smart cocktail in hand rolling the miles by. That’s how I fight off the snow.