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FWIW, in another life 35+ years ago I worked for General Telephone of the Midwest. The stores person who handed out material always looked like a pretty banged up character (slightly like Frankenstein monster). Turns out that he had stopped at an unsignaled (only crossbucks) crossing late at night, while a train rolled by. The last cat rolled by, he started across and was T boned by the caboose. Obiviously the caboose had no air or the brakes were off somehow, (last car must have had angle cock closed, and conductor must not have paid attention to caboose air gage at zero), who knows. He got a handsome settlement out of the RR but that couldn't begin to make up for the months of recuperation and the daily round of pain meds he popped.
Sam
Treat all stressful situations like a dog does. If you can't eat it or play with it, just pee on it and walk away.
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| Location: Marion, Iowa | Registered:: December 14, 2005 |    |
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