Yes, Wentzville and Spring Hill. Just ten days ago, I moved to Florida. In your short career, you saw the inside of more plants than I ever did. For the record, the most I’ve ever heard of was a friend with ten in ten years. =:)
I’ve always enjoyed watching trains go by, but I fear that’s as close as I’ve ever come to railroading. Unless, that is, you count a brief ride in a switching engine on the Missouri Pacific when I was about four. Though I was once present at a trainwreck-- knocked nearly off my feet but inside a windowless room, so I didn’t see anything-- and later used the experience as an inspiration to write a trainwreck into a novel, a scene I’m still rather proud of.
Nice web site! And I wish you the best of luck with your wonderfully-illustrated book. Thurston seems like a really nice guy to me. He’s certainly got good taste in coffeehouses.
Here’s my stuffs, for what it’s worth…