Anyway---she told me the story and I promised to write a poem about it. Did so--and sent it to her.
Fast forward a few years to yesterday--in the same town---no beautiful lady in sight---but this time ---while re-reading the historical markers--I hatch a different agenda:
I WILL GO FIND THE EXACT SPOT WHERE THE FAMOUS INCIDENT OCCURRED---AND PHOTOGRAPH IT. WILL ALSO SHARE THE POEM WITH YOU.
Here's the town now
It had its 15 minutes of fame
Found the spot---turns out there's an exit there---and a ranch named itself after the incident. http://www.ghosttowns.com/states/tx/boracho.html
And Heeeeer's the exact spot where the fabled incident occurred. Am I lucky or what? There's a train parked here for a few minutes. I hurry to quiz the engineer---shouted up at him over the noise of the idling engine: DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED HERE? He said yes----then climbed down to talk to me. (brought me a bottle of water)
Meet Brook----a very nice guy who re-told the story to me. I gave him my card and told him the world would hear of him by tomorrow night.
So thank you again Brook and here's the story---in rhyme---for my readers.
How
the Great Southern Railway Race Was Won
Two
railroads racing toward Sierra Blanca,
Southern
Pacific and Texas Pacific.
With
much to win, much to lose,
The
tension was terrific.
Building
as fast as men could be pushed,
The
Texas Pacific’s superior crew
Seemed
destined to reach the junction first,
Despite
what the other could do.
Seeing
defeat as virtually certain,
Honorable
men bend to the facts.
But
of a different breed are they
Who
mastermind the tracks.
Thus
one day, the crew that was winning
Looked
up from their work to the sight
Of
wagons loaded with food and liquor
And
ladies of the fancy type.
“We
are here,” said the Madam, “to toast you heroes,
To
honor your labor so hardy.
For
you, the builders of our future,
Free
drinks, free food, let’s party!”
All
day and all night, festivities rolled.
At
dawn, the wagons slipped away.
Drunken
men lay everywhere,
No
work was done that day.
And
so, two critical days were lost
While
the Southern crew worked hard;
Overtook
the Texas crew;
Were
first into Blanca’s yard.
That’s
how the great railway race was won,
And
it’s not surprising news
That
the Southern guy hired all those ladies,
All
the wagons and the booze.
Two
lessons can be learned, I guess,
By
all us history pupils:
Women
and liquor are irresistible;
And
Big Shots have no scruples.
Randy
Vining
Thanks to Julie Porter
of Sierra Blanca for the story
.
Great story/poem. Thanks for sharing...
ReplyDeleteRegards, Tom
I wish I was on that losing team.
ReplyDeleteWe haven't met yet, but this young guy walking across the country, collecting stories, is you all over again.
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