Run away, I’m waxing…
I went to college to become a history teacher, but spent most of my collegiate time looking at a three square foot piece of grass, “Let’s run that again offense!”. I played football. To be more accurate, I played left tackle. BEFORE it was fashionable. In graduate school I was working on my doctorate in History*, when a dispute between one of my professors and I lead to strongly worded suggestions that I might find a better future in the trades. So I swung a hammer for 32 years in the movie business. Anyway, I made more money*. As so often happens in my writings, I go around the long way to get to the point. I THINK I have the perspective of someone trained in “historiography” when I look at model railroads, and in looking I see that I am sorely lacking. Modelers who follow the prototype are closer to the pure religion of history than those infidels who freelance. I want my layout to be built for operations. I want my op sessions to be fun. I have a background in “Historical...