His memories of New England various,
Were by and large vicarious…
Mostly pictures he saw
with interest and awe,
His chances of a visit–hilarious!
Point of fact he was too young,
Couldn’t drive himself even some…
The eight-hour ride
Once a summer left wide,
Window for relevant magazines to come!
Still his interest grew,
Past the time when he knew…
This paint scheme was gone,
these ALCOs moved on.
But the history he wanted to view.
Found an N scale engine thus,
Painted just like this—a plus–
Without too much fuss!