My dad sent me this today. It is my older brother and me at Bellevue, OH in 1984. The 765 and 611 double headed that day, on their way to an NRHS convention. Now, I'm far more likely to foam from the mouth rather than the eyes when in sight of steam. I was terrified of the low water alarm (whistle) until I was at least 9 years old. I never heard it, but many times recall fretting over it. I'm on the left. Anyone else similar pictures?