I worked for a banker in the cold, damp basement of his14-story bank building, and one day he asked me to bring some bags of silver to his penthouse office because he liked to play with his money.
His office looked like Grand Central Station. There were train sets everywhere. I mean, you could haul cargo on some of his toy locomotives.
He loved trains so much that he even owned a luxurious rail car that he’d hook up to Amtrak for weekend excursions.
Anyway, we were invited to go on one of these day trips, and he made me an honorary conductor.
Funny, though, I never had a train set as a kid. We didn’t have the money.
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Thank you, Pacopuddy!