I have a son who loves trains. Not like "Thomas the Tank Engine" love, but like "I am so serious about trains, railroads and signals that I built my own web site when I was 8" serious. I don't care how much you know about train signals, my kid knows more.
Anyway, as a reward for his suspiciously good behavior, I drove him to the Ft. Worth area this weekend for a very rapid railfan excursion. Mostly this means we park the car and wait. I read genealogy magazines and he tells me about the Federal Railroad Administration accident reports for any given crossing. Fun times.
So here is my dude getting pictures for his web site.
Saturday night, stayed in a hotel and had a nice steak dinner. He was my date. The next morning, we ate donuts and went out for some more train hunting. We caught six.
Then about 10am, we started heading South. We took back roads so we could stop in the small towns and photograph their railroad crossings.
We made it home in the early evening. Then today I did all the things I was supposed to do this weekend, which is why this blog got pushed to the back of the line.
I'm ok with that though, because my son has some good memories. What does this have to do with genealogy? Everything.