I was going through some old documents this morning, and found this one. It was not written by me, but it indeed brought a tear to my eye, and I figured it needed to be shared so that we all can realize how important our lives are, and how important those in our lives are.

There has been some renewed interest for my model railroad as of late. The Scajaquada Valley Northern Railroad has been a long term project that has often taken the back-burner many times. It involves the use of a climate controlled 'loft' space above my Garage, which was formerly a hay loft for the carriage house.

Sable asked me to re-write an old story I wrote when I was 6 or so.... Here is the original: