Today my coworkers were reflecting on where I would have been last week, and one in particular noted about October 2017 as he went with me. He said, "Dave just kept on talking, and when Saturday came around, when everything was ending, he was still talking up a storm."
Yeah, that was the first York I attended, and my buddy Bob got stuck waiting for me to stop talking so we could hit the road. Granted it was before noon, and I did tell him maybe leaving by 10-10:30. I think we left it was closer to 12, lol. Hey, when you love trains, there's a lot to talk about.