But a Handbreadth
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Psalm 90:12 It wasn't so long ago that one could stand here near Uniondale, Indiana and watch SD45s, Alcos and early GEs stream across the background of the small cemetery above. It wasn't so long ago, but then again, perhaps it was. EL, Uniondale, Indiana, 1975 Out across the flat prairie of Indiana the piggybacks streamed, cutting a path from Chicago to the East in the days before Conrail. To me, the Erie-Lackawanna has always been fascinating like some of the other fallen flags from the same era. I'm aware of no other railroad that opted to buy passenger diesels, not for the sake of hauling passenger trains, but for the lengthened frame and added fuel tank capacity that they could achieve. There is also something beautiful about a set of Alco PAs in gray and crimson pulling piggybacks. But the truth is that time passes quickly as a day comes and a day goes, the sun rises and then sets again. The day