The Strasburg Rail Road is a national treasure, and every once in a while I must go there to “center myself”. Maybe it’s because I went a lot when I was a kid, but it’s always loomed large in my mind of what a railroad is and should be. I recently made a pilgrimage, and while my photographic and video output wasn’t as amazing as I’d have wanted, I like to think it’s worth checking out.
I often joke that I am the way I am because I grew up up the street from a Chemical plant. I’m not making it up though. Allied Chemical had a plant at the end of my street. Conrail served this plant via a spur with lots of character, and I’ve long wanted to catch a train there again.