by Gary D. Crawford Iâ€™ve been fond of trains ever since I rode one, alone, from Dayton, Ohio, to my grandparents in Cleveland when I was five years of age. That fostered an interest in model trains, and I had a fine Lionel set that I was mighty attached to. It came as a Christmas present when I was 8 years old, though my dad, always a kidder, made me work for it.
L i k e R a lph i e , t h at k id i n A C hr i s t ma s S tor y, I w a s r e a l ly hoping ~ nay, ex pecting ~ t hat Santa would hear my heartfelt need that Christmas. I had even written to him about it. But Chr istmas morning didnâ€™t begin well. I could tell almost at f irst glance there was no train set for me under the tree. No box was the right shape
This was the train of my dreams. 139