My parents and I stayed with Bob and Carl in the
last week of August 1950. Each room had a lamp made from a Colorado railroad kerosene lantern.
Our room had a Colorado Midland lantern.
After dark, Bob and Dad and I went out in the
parking lot to watch #216 go by with the 476 on the point. Bab gave 'em a big highball with his lantern and the hogger on #216 answered him with two toots. Next morning, we got across the tracks and Dad photographed #215 with his trusty 616.
Price of the motel? Not much. The memory?
PRICELESS!