Ran my trains for hours and hours in our farmhouse. Burned out the Gantry Crane. Started on the rug and then eventually had a couple of 4x8s. As the family grew I ended up running them in our abandoned chicken coop. I must have been more desperate than I thought. Must have packed them up about the time my friends and I started thinking about cars and girls. Sixty three years later I still enjoy running those post war trains for hours and hours again along with the modern stuff. Better yet, still do it with the same two train buddies from the third grade.
Ed Kazarian
