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BO from tight operating sessions.
Nothing in the world could compare to that chilly Sunday in November, usually the week before Thanksgiving, when my old man would haul the old Christmas Garden, or our affectionate term "Train Boards" from the basement rafters where they resided during months with no R in them...My mom would have us off to Sunday School, filling our heads with the mysteries of faith, but we knew that when we got home, heaven would be under construction in the basement as the boxes of structures, Tyco and Mantua engines, and of course, those Life Like lichen trees would come out. There we were, freshly pressed in our sport coats and clip on ties, and there was dad, crawling around under two 4x8 sheets of plywood, each festooned with "grass paper", cork roadbed and brass track... as he hooked up the 7 million wires needed to run three trains on two tracks, and light up the village of Faller's finest. (Dad advised us weekly that he had again managed to abstain from sin, and therefore earned the privilege of getting his Gospel from Smokey Stover, Pogo and the Wizard of Id...)Some new addition might require a little jigsaw work, and there was the ever-present House of Windsor cigar. If it was after lunch, you might also catch a whiff of National Premium Beer, and a cold cut sub from Maria's.So for me, it's the combination of sawdust, cork roadbed, cheap cigar smoke, local cuisine, and the Vitalis we slicked our hair down with for church... An odd mix, to be sure, but I'd be lying if I didn't tell you I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes thinking about it...And man could that Mantua Pacific spit out some ozone!Lee
I was hoping nobody WOULD bring up the BO thing although I knew somebody probably would. I kind of wanted this to dwell on the nice smells in model railroading.Doug