Water in the Glass, a railroad poem in memoriam for Engineer Harry C. Podas  (d. 01/20/1930) … isten to me fireman You who would be engineers There are things you best had learn That will save your wife some tears Locomotive straining on the grade Climbing hills up to the pass Fireman, while you’re heaving […]

The Rounder’s Curse never applied to Casey Jones. The song written after his death called Casey Jones a rounder. Mrs. Jones said it wasn’t true, her husband was a family man… e was mean, crass and coarse, a rogue and a rounder too. A real, old-time railroad man, rough and ready through and through. Drank […]

The Ghost of the Fireball Mail? Stories of old drinkin’ buddies… ohn Willy was a miner, lived down by the railroad track. Never had much of nothin’, his house was a run down shack. His daddy died when he was young, takin’ a shortcut on the rail, caught in the middle of the trestle by […]