The trip was OK. Dad thought Lincoln Way was cursed so he drove up Portola. On the 80 he drove too fast and I yelled at him. By Fairfield he had calmed down.
The Western Railroad Museum is a bookstore, library and four warehouses. It also has a yard and a short line. We looked at the books and then a few of the SFMTA trains. There were also key line trains and some others like the Sacramento Northern Railroad.
A while later we got on a San Diego Trolley and headed down the track to the town of Pantone. The whole thing was exciting. It was an SNRR right of way. Back at the museum we looked at SNRR locomotives and other cars before I gave the boys a snack.
The ride home was on Highway 12, 160 and four. We went through Lafayette and back to the bay bridge. Back in the city Hayes Street was not very fun but the rest was OK.
Back home I made a trip to the store and Dad made us spaghetti and my niece came by to babysit because I had plans for attending the Midnight Mystery Ride. I noted also that I would need some luck.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
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