This time on *Tales from the Railroad*, we were way upstate New York—everyone just calls it "the Nog." I think we passed a place called Tupperware Lake, though I was so tired I might be remembering it wrong. Anyway, there wasn’t much to report. We were just moving equipment to prepare for laying ties up there soon. We might head back next week or the week after.
We finished up our local work and are now wrapping up the season in New York, just below the Canadian border. They said it’s about a mile from Canada. The trip from home took around five hours, so after unloading, we turned right around and headed back. I just got home an hour or two ago. I’ve also recently switched trucks. Initially, I worked with one guy, then with another. Now, I work directly with the boss.
You might think that would be the worst shift, but actually, I really enjoy working with him. If I ever disappointed him, it would break my heart. He’s probably one of the coolest people I’ve ever met. For privacy, I’ll call him Bosley. When I first started, I didn’t know Bosley at all; he mainly worked with his son-in-law, whom I’ll call Samson. Samson, a young man in his twenties, was married to Bosley’s daughter, so they always worked together. But Bosley was the main guy.
Of course, there are many people above him, but he’s still the key figure on the team. Throughout my time working there, I made a lot of people laugh. You might not know me well, but I’m a bit quirky. Imagine that quirkiness magnified tenfold in person. From the way I talk to how I walk or run, I’m just unusual. Unbeknownst to me, people were betting on how long I’d last. I showed up on my first day in a business suit, and the initial reaction was skeptical. The first guy I worked with reported, “I don’t think this guy is gonna work out.” Even Bosley said, “I give him two weeks tops.”
Despite not being the fastest or strongest, I somehow proved everyone wrong. For some reason, people just liked me, even though I was odd. Eventually, Samson left to go back to school and start a family. I respected him greatly; he was always chill and never got mad. His departure shocked us all. I had imagined he might eventually take Bosley’s place. Although he was about 15 years younger than me, I genuinely respected him.
When Samson left, a spot opened up in Bosley’s truck. Many people wanted that spot. I didn’t ask to move; another employee, who also started riding with Bosley before Samson left, came up to me and said, “Hey, you’re riding with us now. Get in before one of these other guys does.” I’m still not entirely sure why that happened, but Bosley agreed, “Yeah, you’re with us now.” By then, I already admired Bosley. He reminded me of my old boss from Greenway, the one who passed away—a person you respected so much that you wanted to earn their approval. So being offered a spot with the main guy felt like a promotion. Part of me thinks it’s because I’m a source of entertainment, but who knows? All I know is I feel blessed, and I try to share insight into what might happen in the future. They know I'm a JW. Of course, railroad guys aren’t always the most receptive to my enthusiasm, but at least I’m there. Maybe things will change someday.