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OpsLog - FEC - 9/27/2016 PDF Print E-mail
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Sunday, 18 September 2016 11:45

I guess it's about pattern recognition.

Bev Farnham on an earlier Panel - lots to do!When you first sit down in front of Ken Farnham's FEC control panel, you are struck with the idea of just what sort of idiot you were for taking on this job. I always feel this way. After all, the panel wraps around you, something like four or five feet across, with a bewildering number of toggles and lights and this long, long layout. And once that clock goes hot, everyone wants to move, there are trains marked with secretive red lights (with no obvious indication of who they are) idling impatiently, all wanting a green signal, all wanting to highball.

My usual thought is Oh, Christ! Why did I say yes to dispatching?

But then you are busy, moving trains. Keeping notes on the trainsheet before you, you quickly (you'd better) pick up the mental positioning of the half-dozen trains you are keeping apart. And if you can, you can look ahead in time, seeing who is going to need what. Nothing is better than a siding-sitting crew just reaching for a phone as opposing traffic rolls by and the turnout before them aligns, the signal winking green.

I gotta say that I really enjoyed dispatching the September session. We ran light - Ken just wanted a quiet session with old hands - so we ran a Sunday trick, a couple of movements annulled, things running light and sharp.

Not without troubles, of course, The automatic defect detector was as perfectionist as Barney Fife, screaming at about every third train (it even bitched about a light engine movement, so Ken (the engineer in this case) dutifully set a unit out on a nearby siding). But even that made the session fun, with my sweet long plans crippled by so many defect flags that the sidings around Eau Gallie looked like the wreckage-strewn battlefield of Kirsk.

I will say this. When you run Ken's session, the trick is to learn to read the panel and what it means. It shouldn't be seen as a bunch of toggles and lights, but rather the pattern of the railroad. Near the end of the session, while leaning back in the chair watching the trains eat the little green signal block lights like munching pacmen, I realized that I was looking at it different then when I'd sat down four hours earlier. It's all in the eye and in pattern recognition. In that, it's like the Oriental game Go (which I am learning to lose quite well at). Beginners see white and black stones lain in randomness across a board. Skilled players see the flow of the game, the places where the board is in danger, where it is secured. And that's Ken's panel. It's all in the eye.

The rapidly blinking, pupil-dilated eye of the start-up dispatch. But yeah, you just gotta hang in and see it, not for what it is, but what it means.

I've rambled on this one, all philosophy and such, but again, a great session. Thanks to Ken and Bev and the group for having me out. Great time!

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Last Updated on Sunday, 18 September 2016 12:23
 
OpsLog - FEC - 8/27/2016 PDF Print E-mail
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Saturday, 27 August 2016 20:52

e all can't have good days.

Well, I had a great day. First, I tugged out a cut of rock cars out of City Point. Ran them down to Frontenac, ran around the train then cruised the layout on greens, a neat run.

Also got to brief a first-timer in the Eau Gallie shuffle, explaining the trick of it. And he did just fine. Smiles all around.

But then I was on the Buenaventura Turn, a clean run down without any interruptions. Since I've done this job before I had no problem sorting out the cuts and putting everything where it went. When I was done, the dispatcher gave me immediate run-around privileges on the main and then a green board to Cocoa. Had to rearrange things in the yard to make it fit but it was no wizz.

And then I ran a fast freight through. Interestingly, I had to pick up some of the hopper cars my Buenaventura Turn had spotted out. As I eased down the setout track to couple them on (ringing the bell as I snaked between the sheds to either side) I thought that if I'd run a little faster, I might have actually had the paradox of seeing myself switching. After all, I'd had no delays - Ken was running the layout very hot.

My fourth run of the day was a job out of Cocoa for City point. Getting ready for that was something to see - we laughingly called it the Cocoa Ballet. We had a long freight holding the main and two locals trying to build for departure. And we managed it, with everyone saying, "If you'd do this...". Working together, we the first local out and the freight standing by, with me holding off the main, ready to draft him on yellows to City Point, but then the session ended.

I'm not sure what happened in the place we road crews call "the other shed" (hey, we had plenty of lightning going on, real and simulated, to make this as dramatic as possible). All we know was that Ken called the session. There were rumors of issues, and perhaps a head on collision in the yard, but whenever someone started to explain, the others involved would flash that shut up look. And so we're not sure why we stopped, just that we did.

I can understand Ken's obvious disapointment fully. I knew I didn't just want to stop on that one club session where half the layout went down - I wanted to blow my brains out. Hosting is extremely difficult and Ken's layout is huge and fully involving, meaning there is a lot of effort that goes into hosting (and dispatching) the line. I know that when I dispatch, driving home is a hard haul, tired as I usually am. So sadly, it was a DNF, but it was sure a lot of Damn Nonstop Fun while it lasted.

Count me in for next session, Ken!

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Last Updated on Saturday, 27 August 2016 21:17
 
OpsLog - LM&O - 8/24/2016 PDF Print E-mail
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Wednesday, 24 August 2016 22:21

razy night at the club house. First, after all the work we did on electrical things over the last month, another failure, this time caused (we think) by a bad toggle or turnout motor in Martin Yard. So, rain delay until Fearless Frank and Big Bob could root around in the catacombs and bypass it. If we had to lose a turnout out of the dozen in the throat, this was the best. So, lucky break for us.

I ended up on the dispatcher panel again. The night was fun but weird - trains weren't sequencing like I usually see. Harris Glen, the consummate bottleneck, ran hot with trains pacing through at a pretty even rate. But along the river route, Mingo Junction to Cincinnati, there were all sorts of snarls. I was moving trains in twos and threes, complementing myself on my efficiency, and that's when I killed 23 people, injured 41, and put several wrecked engines, three passenger cars and a dozen coal hoppers into the ditch.

Oops.

This is a great example of why clear radio procedure is so critical.

So, running along our wending riverbank, in and out of the jutting Pennsylvania ridges ran three trains west for distant Cincinnati. In front was 95, a passenger train. Next, running at restricted speed, was 247, a general freight. And then behind him came Silver Bullet #1, our crack passenger train, also under restricted. Every siding was blocked with locals and there was no place to get 247 out from between them so I was resigned to run then through to Cincinnati in that order.

Meanwhile, at the mine just outside of the Cincinnati tunnel, 414 (an eastbound coal drag) was waiting in the lead for Champion Mine, seeking paper to run to Calypso. I knew that the first westbound, 95, had called off-division at Cinci. I was just getting ready to look to see where everyone was when the crew for 247 entered the dispatcher's office. Okay, so that was two down. I figured Silver Bullet had been riding the freight's ass and was probably in. With this in mind, I cut a warrant for the coal to run east. First mistake, I should have nailed down the end of the parade with a restriction for him to wait into Silver Bullet #1. I didn't think I needed that. The express should be in.

But then, looking at the board, I began to suffer doubts. What if the Silver Bullet wasn't past? I hit the mike button. "414, this is dispatcher. Stop immediately." Then I called Silver Bullet on the overhead for a callback. "Where are you at?" I asked when I raised him. "Going towards Cincinnati." Okay, so if he was past the Champion Mine cutoff, 414 could roll. I called the coal on the overhead again and told him he could release brakes and continue.

And, of course, 414 and Silver Bullet #1 collided about two minutes later, a nice big fat headon.

It turns out, as was learned in the inquest that followed, that Silver Bullet 1 was somewhere between Mingo Jct and Zanesville (and nowhere close to Cincinnati). But the engineer responded with what he was doing, i.e. going towards Cinci. And I heard what I thought was his location, i.e. going towards Cinci. It was all over except for the explosion.

I wanted to blame the crew of Silver Bullet for about a minute. But, no, it was my fault. I didn't confirm, I acted on assumptions, and I got sloppy with my warrants. It was a perfect storm of fat-headedness.

I haven't caused a cornfield in years. This leaves me a little older. And a little wiser.

And out of a railroad job.

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Last Updated on Wednesday, 24 August 2016 23:00
 
OpsLog - LM&O - 8/3/2016 PDF Print E-mail
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Friday, 05 August 2016 13:47

 promised I'd write this. As mentioned in our last thrilling adventure, the layout had gone down hard with electrical shorts knocking out the line from Calypso to Hellertown. Over the weekend (and right after this session - was I tired) we met at the club and figured out what the problem was (a broken turnout motor was the culprit). And so now we had a working layout and a half dozen trains blocking the main here and there. Kinda like if the rapture came and only locomotives went to heaven.

So after a long day at work, after dinner and a club meeting, after the superior clinic on (har har) turnout motors, we did a pickup ops session. No dispatcher. No yard master. Just get to a passing area and peek around the corner to see if it was clear. I picked up 298 (which I'd died in the yard throat with). And off I went.

It was actually a lot of fun. Restaging a grocery store sucks - did it every night when I was a clerk. Lumber yards, ditto. But restaging a layout by working it through its paces is kinda fun. No warrants. Not fuss. Getting helpers was easy - just yell, "Hey Bruce!" And as for Martin Yard - rolled in right behind anther train. A visitor was watching me work the switch list. I handed it to him. "Can you call out the tracks as I back each car in?" So he helped me with my pickups and setouts. When I left, the next train coming in handed his paper over. "Hey, help me too". Poor guy got put to work. When I looked over later, someone had loaned him an engine and he was shuffling cars with his own switcher. Who knows - maybe we got a new member.

So it was a lot of fun. We finished a local, ran four freights and a coal train, all in an hour. Its sure easier than backworking all those shipping orders.

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Last Updated on Friday, 05 August 2016 14:08
 
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