Re: Fall Stock Train - Discount for Not Singing?

Earl can't be much worse than me - there were two guys at work, both about 6'4" and well over 275#, who threatened me with SERIOUS bodily harm if I ever again attempted to sing in their presence. Didn't stop me from writing lyrics, though, and sometimes testing them on the unsuspecting... " />
Larry Wines assisted a bit with the following, while we were driving back from Portola after chasing the 3985 in 1992 ...
THE BALLAD OF FESTUS FROTHJAW
(To the tune of Wreck of the Old 97 / M.T.A.)
Well, a foamite is a feller who leans out the window
Of his car with a camera in each hand
Takin' hunnerds o' pictchers (that all look the same)
As he chases choo-choo trains across the land.
Them foamers, they flock to the Feather River Canyon
From all across the Yooooo - Esssss - AAAeeee
When the Union Pacific (who gobbled up the Wobbly)
Sends one o' their big steamers that-a-way.
Ol' Festus J. Frothjaw come a-foamin' down the canyon
But them Smokies wuz thick as fleas ...
They smashed both his cameras, and popped him in the pokey
When they caught him a-stearin' with his knees
So Laaay-deees, if yer man is a foamer
With miles of film to burn
Don't let him drive alone in the Feather River Canyon -
He'll get bust-ted, and nev-er return ...
Copyright 1992, 2002 by R. B. Sperry / Russo de los Locos - all rights reserved.