....well, I barely missed the noose this weekend on getting to ride a freight train 155 miles and back....this being on a guaranteed railroad supplemental board to the extra-board of a subdivision is not a half-bad thing, to say the least, working a two-day turn to Van Buren, an average of once every three weeks, and getting paid 80%, of what it would pay, were I doing it every two days, back to back....yeah, best deal I've EVER run into at work, and it's totally honorable........at the away terminal, Van Buren/Fort Smith, there's a 15 track yard, a mile and 1/2 long....the yard van comes and gets us off the headend, with the headend stopped short of Main Street, and takes us back to the yard office one mile, where we tie-up on the computer....but when we first come by yard limits a mile away from the yard, I call the motel, and tell them we need the motel van to be at the yard office in 20 minutes....the drive takes 15....we tie up with grips already loaded in the motel van, hit the inner-city freeway, and ride for about 15 minutes, crossing the Arkansas River into Fort Smith, to Zero Street exit....we check into the motel with a special Union Pacific card of plastic, then have 12-16 hours to do whatever, until our room phone rings from Union Pacific to take a train back to NLR two hours later, and there's good opportunity for food 24/7 close around the motel with a Western Sizzler across the street, that has taken frying chicken to a real good level....guys, I can have a large time at a buffet, if the fried chicken is good to me, can I get an Amen?........anyhow, when I go to my room from the checking in process, I usually do a bath/melt first-off, then watch TV 'till I fade, lying on the bed, progressively pulling up the covers, and go to sleep with a pillow between my knees in the fetal position on my side....unless I go eat fried chicken first, you know, haha....the motel has the most glorious HOT water with HUGE pressure.....146,000,000 gallons of it if you want it....I turn the room air conditioner on blizzard when I first come into the room, and leave the hot bath sweatin' like a wild man, puttin' off steam vapor, TV blarin', and sit on the bed with a large bathtowel folded under me with one around my shoulders, and sit in front of a Lakewood 9 inch metal-cage-fan from the nightstand on high, and that's a lotta' wind....feels so good....sweating subsides in 10 or so, I put on my big black T-shirt, and progressively move under the wonderful combination of covers, with the fan from WallyWorld, (last plug), making me find a cold air hole through the wrapped comforter around my head....you know what I'm talking about.....the rooms are Great....the ones we get, are geared toward being in a working man's world of needs....GOOD TV, GOOD air conditioner, GOOD huge chest ice-maker 20-30 feet down the carpeted hall that never runs out even in August, ugh, August, adequate microwave, ice box, four-cup coffee maker, baskets of creams and sugars and stirrers and coffee foil-wrapped, big clock radio by the TV, did I mention the TV's were better than the other rooms?, and extra tables for grips, both the carrying kind with large straps, and the rolling-on-one-end kind, you know.......really, to back off and look at it, my life is messing around with stereo components, being online, sleeping when I want to, getting out of the house enough doing things wholesome, and getting to ride a freight train twice, once, about every three weeks average....the Conductor, of which I are one, takes track warrants over the radio from the dispatcher in Omaha using a microwave tower system, and reads them back to the dispatcher....then, the dispatcher ok's the readback giving an exact maritime time and states his initials....that brings the final official readback from me varifying the ok time and repeating his initials I've written, and it's law....taking warrants is done from a book of forms where you tear one out, you know the type....on a form, I write places and mileposts giving authority to that point....at the end point of the limits, we stand to meet trains coming from the opposite direction....one will hold the mainline, and the other go in the siding....I also give up warrants back to the dispatcher, who's limits we have fulfilled....I get off on the ground, just enough, throwing a few switches....36-42 total hours, about 20 on the two trains, once every three weeks average....sure keeps it fun and interesting....I am blessed beyond measure as The Bible predicted.....