Well, everything was running swell for another couple of hours when the folks outside the window got rather animated, as they tend to do sometimes. But it sure was quiet again even with the Pennsy switcher towing a load of beer cars while the old Virginia & Truckee tugged a string of cars with produce , meat and SALSA (after all, it is Cinco de Mayo) on the upper loop.
And again, rigid digits pointed to the hidden area by the gas station. Oh, no! Not on the dreaded I-cant-reach-the -***-thing area in front of the window.
