Guest post by Frederick Manfred Simon.
May 26, 2017
I remember the day he mentioned the
“Three Sisters.” I thought to myself: “What is he talking
about? Nuns? Wraiths? People? Around here?” Apparently, Dave
Reagan, our resident English language, spin and pun master himself,
affectionately christened the stoic stand of three solitudinous pines
on the right curve just west of Hite as such. Here, on his last
“official” trip west on the CW and penultimate day as an EWG
Hogger, Dave brings his train to bear on his “sisters,” guiding
him like Valkyrie incarnate as he – our brother – rides into the
sunset and Valhalla of railroad engineers on his lash up of glinted
steel steeds – fittingly neath a blazing brass sky blaring that
symphonic Wagnerian leitmotiv.
