This Space for Rent

A mess of eng!s

If I was deadset on an Amtrak train, this would not have been the best day to be down at Brooklyn Yard. But, as it was, there were enough Yellow Menace engines running into and out of the yard to make the 20 minutes I spent by the Toonerville Bridge interesting. (It would have been more interesting 28 years ago, but, alas, I wasn't paying much attention to Brooklyn Yard when I came through on the Coast Starlight in 1978. I did get a picture of a Portland Terminal Alco, but that was a few miles north and on a different railroad.)

I left at 6pm, and, as is too often usual, there was no Amtrak train to be seen. Perhaps tomorrow will be different (and perhaps pigs will soar majestically against the evening sky.)