Punk, in top form.....

The last time I saw Punk was fall of 1996. He had joined many narrow gauge rails for a reunion at Chama and a run up the hill. Train time came and went as the ticket office struggled to get everyone aboard. He ,no doubt, had set his watch for the morning and tapped it with the other hand as he questioned the conductor about the delay.
At Osier a well known, respected and retired Rio Grande man approached him by the lunch room and exlaimed "Punk Blackstone!". "Do I know you?" Punk said. The Gent explained that he had been aboard Blackstone's trains to Silverton many times throughout the sixties and had fond memories. "You one of them....Officials?" said Punk. The official replied in the affirmative as Punk raised his cane up and exclaimed "Well I didn't have anything to say to you fellows then and I certainly don't now!" I noticed a small grin emerge from his colorful face. A dedicated trainman and union man to the end. He takes a great amount of narrow gauge lore with him and it was a treat to be aquainted.