By B. Smith and C. Hunt
Nearly missed seeing the local arrive because of the time change, forgot to change my clock. But I managed to catch the train as it arrived in Sanderson. I had heard that the Bureau of Reclamation was starting a project and has cement coming in.
The caboose was cut off next to the old freight house, now the local fuel dealer, so the conductor could chew the fat with old man Wilson who runs the place. Let the underlings handle the switching. Besides, with a five-man crew and the short train lined out it wouldn’t take long. Just got to move that tank car of molasses so the cement cars, feed car, and box car for the fuel dealer could be spotted, re-spot the molasses tank, then the ATSF box to the wool house. Pretty easy.
The cement cars are spotted and the feed car is about to be cut off.