I have a loop of track on the dining room table with a few buildings, vehicles, and Thanksgiving decorations. I'm running a short train with my new B6 pulling, and thinking of Thanksgivings in the '50s when we would go to my grandparents and, before dinner, my grandpa and I would run trains on his O-27 layout. Steam engine, freight cars, lighted caboose, smoke pellet aroma, and that air whistle in the tender. Those were the times that made me a model railroader for life.
I don't have the smoke pellet smell, and certainly the whistle isn't right, but I can still be nostalgic, and be thankful for those good times spent running trains with grandpa.
