Things on the railway are going along at “please don’t break my neck while doing this speed”. As in way to many ladder moments, and I haven’t trained Bruiser to call 911 yet. Bruiser, call 911.. Treat! Bruiser, Daddys arm is buried in his ribs.. Good boy. Timmy is in the well, Bruiser.. Bruiser, stop licking me.. And so it goes..
Okay, why a Sausage Day? Well, we have a bunch of snapshots from around the railway that are not a story, but lips and snouts of them. And I wanted to get those out of the way on a Saturday, when many of you are doing other things.
And trust me here, we have tons more Railway stuff, and a special Announcement from a long time Woody Boater and an opportunity to mold the future of classic boating! No, really, you can save and mold the future. LITERALLY!