The Leg Lamp

"It's not just a lamp, it's a major award!" That of course is a quote from the best holiday movie of all time, "A Christmas Story."

How cool is it that my Christmas present from my Mom and Dad is a two-foot tall version of this fra-gee-lay spectacle? This is better than an official Red Ryder, carbine action, two-hundred shot, range model air rifle! And how cool is it that my wife insists that it goes in the front window, just like in the movie?

"Only one thing in the world could've dragged me away from the soft glow of electric sex gleaming in the window" and that, of course is trains. I worked on the scenery around Blue Cut for a while today, and I hope to spend some more time on the layout this week (after I finish riling up the posers on the Free-moN list).

Kind of Fuzzy

Believe it or not, I was actually playing trains last night. I've been stalled, thinking about the 100 square feet of scenery that needs to look like the fuzzy brown stuff you see in these photos from Canyon and Dell in the Cajon Pass.

I was walking through the automotive section at WalMart, and there was a roll of Medium Almond, Ozite replacement carpet for car interiors. The store lighting made it look like it was a sign from above, because I instantly thought of the brush in the Pass. It seemed too easy, and I shook my head no and pushed my cart to the next isle. But I stopped and returned for a second look. I actually put it back and forth into my cart three times before I decided it was worth the $9 gamble.

When I got home, I unraveled it, and stared at it for at least an hour. Anyone looking at me must surely think I was the Rain Man - definitely not wearing my underwear. I finally decided to cut about a ten-inch square and try it out on a scrap of wood. I used a hot-glue gun to attach the edges and provide some hills. I then sprinkled some Woodland Scenics Earth Blended Turf into the carpet, and then provided some highlights with WS Fine Yellow Turf. I sprayed everything with rubbing alcohol and then glued it down with WS Scenic Cement. I then soaked some Olive Underbrush in Scenic Cement and placed it randomly on the carpet with tweezers.

The first thing I noticed in the morning is that the glue was still wet in many places. I think the synthetic fiber of the carpet may actually repel the glue. I'm going to let it dry another day and see how it goes. I need to experiment with using some hair clippers to cut trails, paths and roads through the stuff. I'd really appreciate your opinion of the results, especially since I have over 100 square feet of area to cover.

Tis season

`Tis the Season

It has begun. December is almost here and I can pretty much kiss off any quality time with the layout. All day long, Sherry has been sending me calendar dates for this party and that. I can't wait for the mandatory "white elephant" gift exchanges.

This led me on a quest looking for horrible railroad gifts. I believed the worst was this Precious Moments railroad crossing sign, but then Stan sent me this link to an auction he was sure I'd be interested in. If you read the listing, when the owner died in 1969, they put it away in a box. I'm not sure if they meant the dead guy or the sweater, but I'm pretty sure the sweater contributed to the death. After all, he was a real railroad conductor, and if I know Rails, I can bet they gave him a ton of crap when he showed up wearing that thing -- But guys, my wife made me wear it!With that same sense of compassion for my fellow man, you can understand how I much I enjoyed reading how this guy thinks that the work he does cleaning up railroad slides to scan for his web page is like the work Jesus does cleaning up souls. Must be Archbishop of the Church of Eastman Kodak.

What's in a Name?

I was recently asked why I named my modules (and my layout for that matter) with Spanish names. The answer is simply that it matches the prototype. The railroads predate California statehood, and before we were one of the United States of America, we were Alta California, a Mexican state. Even before the area was a Mexican territory, it was home to our Native Americans. From their languages we've got station names like Mojave (Mile Post 379.5) and Tehachapi (MP 360.5).

The Spanish missionaries brought us names like Friar (MP 264.1), and the names of the Saints, such as San Bernardino (MP 81.4). There were also Spanish explorers like Balboa (MP 25.3).

Of course there are as many stations with Spanish surnames as there are white railroad employee surnames. Names like Dominguez (MP 496.2) and Reyes (MP 495.3) are just as common as Edison (MP 320.1) and Smeltzer (MP 519.6).

Some names are Spanglish, a blending of Spanish and English. An example is Buena Park (MP 160.3).

Below is a list of some of the Station names and check points from the area timetables. It is interesting to imagine what they were noticing when they named these places.
  • Los Alamitos = The little Aspen trees
  • Aliso = Sycamore Trees
  • Basta = Enough
  • Brea = Oil
  • Cajon = Footlocker or chest
  • Caliente = Hot
  • Casa Blanca = White House
  • Corona = Crown
  • Esperanza = Hope
  • La Mirada = The Lookout
  • Oro Grande = Big Gold
  • Prado = Grassland
  • Rana = Frog
  • Redondo = Round (yes, there is a turntable there!)
  • El Segundo = The Second (choice?)
  • Sierra = Mountains
  • Soledad = Solitude
Here is what's been happening with the trains this month: Nothing. Nada. Zip. Five days before Sherry's birthday party, her Uncle Bill passed away and the funeral was scheduled for the same time as the party. We had to postpone the party till the 25th, which is the day that would've been the train day. The Citrus Modeling Group is having a layout tour on Monday night, so I'm going to skip out of work early to go on the tour. On Wednesday, I'm working late, so I may sneak out to the Pass for a couple hours Wednesday morning. Tomorrow is Father's Day so I'll have to make the circuit of Sherry's two dads and my own dad. Someday it'll be my turn to sit on my butt and let the family come to me.
A guy who goes by the name of "Wheel Slip Andy" over on TrainOrders.com has posted some great photos of model railroads on his site. As you browse the photos, take a look at the great trackside details. Very nice stuff.

One of the flaws of model photography that always makes it easy to spot the work as a model is the lack of atmosphere, especially haze. I've got a fog machine from a haunted house. One of these days I'll have to crank it up and try some photos.

Lastly, if you have access to the LA Times, today's California section has an article on my work with "Harrison said" in there about five times. Send me an email if you want a copy of the article.
It seems I've been stuck in my recliner for the last week or so. Can't seem to get motivated to work on anything I can't do with a DVD playing. Blame it on this head cold, or too much work, who cares. Anyway, I've managed to catch up on some work on the web sites.

Bill Messecar is a long time member of the Cajon Pass group. He's put together a history of the Corona Packinghouses which I assembled on a web page for the Corona Model Railroad Society. He's coming out on the 27th to check out relics of the Elsinore Branch as research for a future layout. I snuck out for a couple hours yesterday and found the remnants of five old bridges along the right-of-way.

While doing some other research on the history of the Cajon Group, I stumbled onto a great website by Richard D. Thompson, which includes a history of the Toll Road through Cajon Pass. On the site, there is a portion of an 1875 Los Angeles and Independence Railway map through the Pass. There are some nice photos of the ranches that eventually became the places we know and love today.

I was saddened to learn that the owner of Joe's Cafe in Devore has sold the place to a new owner. I'm bummed. Not so much because of his apparent (and well deserved) retirement, but the fact that he got away without a send off from the regulars. I hope he knows how much we valued his fine establishment. I hope the new guy can do chorizo and eggs like Joe did.

As for today, well it's Super Bowl Sunday. I gotta stay in the recliner for that!