Many decades ago, when I was but 11, I wanted to be an anesthesiologist, probably because I could spell it. Then I discovered that I would have to go to college, followed by medical school, followed by an internship. Hmmm. Too complicated, and too much schooling.
So I decided to be a teacher. A history teacher. Then I realized that I would probably have lots of little Russels in my classes. That might have caused me to become a murderer. (Actually, I discovered how much money teachers made and decided that wouldn’t be enough, especially if I had to put up with a lot of little Russels.)
Then I decided that I wanted to be a writer. I have written so many books, the best books, with really good words, lots of words, the best words, the best sentences, believe me, really good sentences, and paragraphs, the best paragraphs with the best sentences with the best words….
Well, in reality, I only have written about 50 Chapter Ones and then I quit. I guess I really am a quitter!
Writing a book is on my mind again. I’m exploring a book about the history of railroads in San Diego County. That would combine my love of history and trains with writing. I have discovered that it would also require a lot of reading, something that doesn’t bother me in the least.
A couple of days ago I was taking a video of a BNSF freight arriving in San Diego, I got interrupted by a fellow train enthusiast who works for the City repairing/repaving streets. He told me that there is a lot of evidence of the San Diego Electric Railway (SDERy) if you know where to look and what to look for. SDERy operated from 1891 to 1949. Yesterday I went out to a spot he told me about and, sure enough, evidence.
I followed the curve and looked down the street. One can see where the railroad tracks are even though covered by asphalt:
I found a map of the SDERy system (through research and reading) and put a black arrow on it indicating where these pictures were taken.
I also discovered in my research that in the poor areas of town which don’t provide a lot of tax revenue for maintenance, shortcuts are taken. In this case, the old tracks were never removed; too labor intensive. They just poured asphalt and concrete on top of them and moved on.
I know a couple of other places where the rails are actually poking through the worn asphalt. Next on my list.