The Drop

Bishop Tower (SS 63) Bridgeport, CT – Bob Hughes photo -July 1969

Back in 1970 we still had the sixteen hour law and many freight jobs out of New Haven, Connecticut would work 15:59 so they did not outlaw. If you worked 16 hours you had to have 10 hours rest. But any other amount of time meant you only had to have 8 hours off. Any job that went into New York had to have a fireman on it as they still had a full crew law; this was the way it was until about the 80’s. One of the jobs that went to NY was NH-1 that turned for HN-2. It was called the Drop as it made many stops along the way. The engineer on the job at that time was Joe De Cuffa, who was another great guy to work with and knew his job well. He enjoyed having firemen to teach and was the first engineer that started teaching me how to run a freight train. Before 1974, to become an engineer you were a firemen for a while, as a rule, about three to four years. During that time you worked with many men and most would have you sit in the seat and show you how they ran their train. At the end of your years of doing it that way you took exams on rules, air brake and mechanical aspects of the engines, and then qualified on the characteristics of the road. That last part was where you sat with the rules examiner and he would say take me from a point some place on the section of track you were doing to another part until he was satisfied you knew where you were. This meant each signal, switch, station, interlocking, speeds and any other special instruction you would have to know.

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50 Years Gone

South Shore freight in Michigan City yard.

This is a story of friendship and time travel. Recently, Kevin Scanlon (one of my best friends) and I decided to attend the Center for Railroad Photography &Art (CRP&A) conference at Lake Forest College in Illinois. We’ve done this six times before and usually drive west on a route that avoids interstates for as long as we can. Our journey normally takes us up to Cleveland, then along the lake as far as we can go. It’s an easy drive and Kevin always fills his iPhone with incredible and insanely varied music.

This year, we had planned a visit to an auto plant for a tour but found that they don’t do that on Thursdays. What to do? Well, back to that original route via Cleveland! Kevin offered to drive, and we arrived in Cleveland mid-morning. We are both industrial geeks and the big steel mill (actually two mills now merged into one) along the Cuyahoga River is always a draw for us.

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The Human Element 
of Railroading

Trains and railroading have always been a part of my life. Multiple members of my family have worked for the railroad, I grew up with a model railroad, and my Dad and Uncle used trains as a bonding tool for me as a kid since I wasn’t much of a sports guy. Needless to say, trains are a major part of my life and always will be. If I had to guess, 90% of my most memorable experiences have been trackside, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

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Summers at the Station

Four friends who adopted me in the summers.

From 1966 until 1972, my parents rented a camp along Lake Pennesseewassee, in Norway, Maine. For my father, it was a break from his responsibilities on the Long Island Rail Road, and a chance to spend hours bass fishing, alone with his thoughts. When I wasn’t fishing or swimming, I’d head to Grand Trunk station in the adjacent community of South Paris. It took a bit of courage, but armed with a file of 8” X 10” glossy prints, I walked into the station and introduced myself to the block operator, a genial Quebecker named Guy Pomerleau. Guy smiled as he thumbed through the prints and told me to wait until the local switcher returned, as there was a conductor I should meet.

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A Railfan’s Railroad

A few weeks before Christmas, my good friend Connor Taylor texted me, inviting me on a road trip to visit some of our friends in Pennsylvania during the first week of January, 2022. The first week of January? I thought he was crazy. All I could picture was our car sliding off the side of a cliff in the icy mountains and falling hundreds of feet into a dark, snowy abyss. Perhaps I am crazy myself, for after being informed that the Reading & Northern Railroad was on the list of places to visit, I agreed to come along without any further hesitation.

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The Drop

Back in 1970, we still had the sixteen-hour law and many freight jobs out of New Haven Connecticut, would work 15:59 so they did not outlaw. If you worked sixteen hours you had to have ten hours rest. But any other amount of time meant you only had to have eight hours off. Any job that went into New York had to have a fireman on it as they still had a full crew law; this was the way it was until about the 80’s. One of the jobs that went to New York was NH-1 that turned for HN-2. It was called the Drop as it made many stops along the way. The engineer on the job at that time was Joe De Cuffa, who was another great guy to work with and knew his job well. He enjoyed having firemen to teach and was the first engineer that started teaching me how to run a freight train. Before 1974, to become an engineer you were a firemen for a while, as a rule about three to four years. During that time you worked with many men and most would have you sit in the seat and show you how they ran their train. At the end of your years of doing it that way you took exams on rules, air brake, mechanical aspects of the engines and then qualifying on the characteristics of the road. That last part was where you sat with the rules examiner and he would take you from a point some place on the section of track you were doing to another part until he was satisfied you knew where you were. This meant each signal, switch, station, interlocking, speeds and any other special instruction you would have to know.

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