My Dad, My Son and I
My dad at the throttle of an SP train.
Today is my father, Lloyd Sloan's birthday. He would be 86.
Jeff and I on Easter 2003
Yesterday was my son, Jeff Sloan's 25th Birthday. Jeff was born the day before my dad's birthday in the year following the year my dad died.
My father was a locomotive engineer for the Southern Pacific. Trains were my father's "magic carpet made of steel." It was my father who instilled in me a passion for railroading and most anything having to do with trains. This is a passion that Jeff also shares. Yesterday I was in Sacramento for a meeting. After the meeting I saw a train sitting on a siding. I sat and watched it as another train passed. Thereafter it seemed I saw trains everywhere!
On my way home I drove through Tracy. I have wonderful memories of going to work in Tracy with my dad many times. As I looked off to the right I saw a dramatic sunset behind Mount Diablo. On the other side of the mountain is Concord, the town I grew up in and lived in for a lot of Jeff's youth. I thought of many things. But, especially I thought of my dad and my son and how sad I am they never met. They would have gotten along very well.
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