THIS IS THE FAMILIAR FACE OF THE DIESELS I GREW UP WITH, the kind of diesels that pulled the railroads before they became nationalized. This was the face I loved, the face that helped me smile at a million people as I went from California to many points east. My favorite spot on these trains was always in the Clubcar, sipping Coca Cola and dreaming about the future as the cacti of the painted desert passed by my window. And there were those nights when all looked even brighter from the Vista Dome Car, sitting beside some young lady who said, "Hello, Sailor". Yes, my friend, you took a great photo.
Hibernating.
This EMD E8 is parked on a hard-to-photograph siding in La Mirada, CA along with a number of passenger cars. It appears in movies occasionally.
Uploaded by Morven on 14 Jun 05,
About Me
- HUFFSTUTTER'S PHOTO ESSAYS
- My dad's dad, my grandfather, was nine years old when President Lincoln died from an assassin's bullet. Most people think I am speaking of my GREAT GRANDFATHER. NO, I am referring to my dad's father, my paternal Grandfather, Robert Levi Huffstutter, born in 1856. What does this information have to do with my profile? It might help the reader understand that I have a sense of being much older than I am in that only one generation seperates me from President Lincoln. This causes me to respond differently to society and many current events. In many respects, this is to my benefit, in other respects it dates my mindset. Perhaps this is the reason I value the moral standards and idealogies of older Americans, the men who were the soldiers and sailors I saw when I was a small boy,the men and women who fought a war for freedom without any doubts posted by a media with a questionable lack of national unity and purpose.
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