| And a little warmth, too. The weekend had been dismal, 50s washout rain, then cold. By Wednesday, it had warmed up a bit, into the 50s with screaming sun. I heard a southbound horn, and beat a path out of the house and headed for Westville. Finding nothing there, and a dark signal, I worked up to Watts. Upon arrival, I heard CP 8930 south calling the dispatcher. Cool, got him, now leading a southbound grain train off the Illinois River bridge at Watts. |