The day has gotten long and fatigue is settling in with the fading light. The yard job that is the only movement on otherwise barren track has gone back and forth and again. The paint that looked so interesting a half hour ago on the GP38 now looks, dare I say it, boring. "We have all been here before" echoes in the back of my mind. I could be at home watching TV.

The scanner sounds like a skipping LP, 4 cars, 2 cars, 1 car, that'll do 205, "We have all been here before". A new voice breaks in on the horizion, weak at first but gathering strength. "Youpper two six three seven North clear on the main wayne diamond". Moments later he speaks again but is stepped on by the yard job, Youpper and north the only discernable phrases. He's getting closer and heading North, time to head for Farmer Street.

The afternoon traffic prevents me from making it to the sunny side of the train before the gates come down in time to catch the UP2637 at the head end of a soon to be westbound. Moments ago I was ready to chuck it, now the strange stuff at the head end has me ready to race west as he takes the crossover at Farmer.

The fading light and the rush hour kill that thought as he disappears around the wye.