Most of us can remember our first experience with trains. It may have been a Lionel steam set under the Christmas tree or an afternoon trackside with your grandfather. For myself, I still remember sitting at Pig’s Eye Yard in Saint Paul, Minnesota. With a Happy Meal in hand and endless waves of SD40-2s, I…
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