My perspective falls in with those of us who feel we are on a second or third or 4th etc… life, ala Felix’s 9 lives.
I was nonchalant in my 30s as I relearned reflexes lost to viral encephalitis, there’s a life between then and now.
30 years later and probably several more brushes… I’m forced into the second group. Earlier today as I looked at fancy railroads in civilized backyards, I confess a stab of jealousy or envy, then my view!
Yesterday I lifted track at various junctions of the elevated half. It’s all going up 2’. I’m too old and in-firmed to battle ma Nature and get any lasting modeling done. 30’ of track and a switch are under 1-2" of dirt, er rocky stuff that we wish was dirt. Critters and rain are succeeding in filling the long cut.
Today’s kick in the pants is a 3% thread to life. One more clear scan and my poor Doc gets to proclaim a cure of one patient out of hundreds. Naively, I thought our numbers higher… heck if I can… golly. Just a couple of months ago I was told the odds.
So up it goes. It’s time to get all my trains running, including an On3 loop inside the Tucson reverse loop. It’s begun to cool … I’m adding to my list.
John