I saw #3 on a flatcar pass my grandmother's house on July 4 of that year on its way to the Carroll Park & Western. Little did I know that it would become the first geared loco I'd run just a few years later, as well as the first steam loco I'd walk away from. By 1970, the firebox sheets were tissue-paper thin, and I told the owner that it was unsafe to operate. He continued to do so, and I decided I didn't want to be around if and when it went blammo. Fortunately, that never happened, the owner died in 1972, and a couple of years later, I again photographed the engine on a flatcar, leaving town for the West Coast.