Shipping Test
I don't know how they met or even when for that matter. Somehow the universe introduced Dad to Gene Austin. Gene has done it all from running a printing press to defending our country. Somewhere in there Gene decided to try art. He likes to make little scenes and photograph them. When Dad started building his model railroad empire, Gene stopped by and was quite impressed. Inspired, Gene bought a Rico Station kit and bashed it into a railroad museum and a Dewitt Clinton Lionel train. After he took a picture, he gave it to Dad. That's where it all began. Gene suddenly became an O-Gauge modeler. He made a barn. He made a gravel pit. He made Jurassic Park. He started making it all and I got to see it all in cell phone pictures from Dad. Last week, in the middle of a training course, my phone rang...and rang...and rang. I guess it's an emergency. So I excused myself from training to answer the phone. It was Dad desperately trying to get my address. He made it all the way to UPS and forgot my new address at home. You see, he was in the middle of a Shipping Test for Gene. Last night, after a fun evening with my model train club ripping out the old coal mine and brainstorming some new buildings for the new citiscape corner, I got home to a rain-soaked box in my driveway.
A shipping test would soon be complete. On my best day I couldn't make something half as nice as this. The universe introduced my Dad to Mr. Gene Austin. The universe wanted me to have these.
They just barely fit on my temporary layout. I was more interested in getting track down and didn't worry about landscaping and buildings (much to my wife's dismay).
Little did I know I had room for not just one, but two Gene Austin originals. I'd say it was a successful shipping test.
Post Script:
Apparently my dad made Mr. Gene a website where SO much more of his art is displayed:
I've asked Dad to implore Mr. Gene to tell me how he made these. When I go to visit him this fall, I'm hoping for some hands-on demos!