On a hot and muggy miserable evening in July 2001, my last road trip before heading off on vacation and there I sat, trapped in a locomotive with no air conditioning. Sweat rolling down my face as we waited in Vernon, NJ for traffic. The only distractions were my conductor “Tommy Pierce” who always had entertaining words of wisdom that you could not help but soak up and a youth baseball game being played nearby. I was bored! I needed to do something, anything.The lights from the baseball game had illuminated our train in the otherwise blackness of the night. Strangely enough I happened to have my camera with me. Exiting the locomotive realizing this might be futile as I did not have a tripod. The Boy scout in me shined. Wandering through the tall brush I discovered an old fence post. Some keenly placed pieces of wood and the wallet from my back pocket, WALLAH, I had a tripod.
Sadly on September 12th 2012 friend, colleague and railroader Tommy Pierce passed away.