PS: The best part about this picture is my Hiawatha
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This isn't exactly like my original concept either, but some times projects take on a life of their own, and that is what happened here.
With Modeling projects, like a lot of art, you have external consistency; how well the piece reflects the real world, and internal consistency, how well the model fits with itself, and the rest of the modeled universe. This model is shaping up to be something that at least has internal consistency, it kid of looks like what it is supposed to be, and our Club RR's identity is somewhat generic, so if the building looks right in it's setting, it will help define the feel of the whole layout. Not what I'd have drawn were I to plan a passenger terminal from scratch, but as for shoehorning a passenger terminal into a layout that did not provide for one, I have a good feeling about this. We will see how badly I blow it later.
And yes, your Hiawatha is awesome!!! Not my period, not my type of train, but very impressive in detail, and as a representation of a specific train at a specific time. all of my passenger cars are generic open platform wood coaches. They aren't making Southern Crescent coaches anymore, or I might be tempted to build a 1977 Southern Cresent. When I made plans to travel in Europe with my future wife, after her junior year abroad, My dad told me to go to the Washington area on my return, visit my sister Ginger, and he would handle travel arrangements from there.
Jennifer had some unexpected customs expenses that I covered for her, and I was about broke when I got off the amtrack train in Washington. Ginger gave me some first class tickets on the Crescent from Washington D.C. to Meridian MS that dad had gotten for me.. My folks weren't home when I got of the train in Meridian , so I grabbed a cab. I watched the meter, and had him stop while I still had enough for a good tip, grabbed my back pack, a 1910 era wooden and canvas antique, and walked the last two miles to the farm, arriving home at the lake house with out a penny. That was something else, eating the finest food, off of silver plates, with real sliverware, and linen napkins, with next to no cash in the wallet. It is possible I'd build that train for the hell of it.
Bill Nelson

This isn't exactly like my original concept either, but some times projects take on a life of their own, and that is what happened here.
With Modeling projects, like a lot of art, you have external consistency; how well the piece reflects the real world, and internal consistency, how well the model fits with itself, and the rest of the modeled universe. This model is shaping up to be something that at least has internal consistency, it kid of looks like what it is supposed to be, and our Club RR's identity is somewhat generic, so if the building looks right in it's setting, it will help define the feel of the whole layout. Not what I'd have drawn were I to plan a passenger terminal from scratch, but as for shoehorning a passenger terminal into a layout that did not provide for one, I have a good feeling about this. We will see how badly I blow it later.
And yes, your Hiawatha is awesome!!! Not my period, not my type of train, but very impressive in detail, and as a representation of a specific train at a specific time. all of my passenger cars are generic open platform wood coaches. They aren't making Southern Crescent coaches anymore, or I might be tempted to build a 1977 Southern Cresent. When I made plans to travel in Europe with my future wife, after her junior year abroad, My dad told me to go to the Washington area on my return, visit my sister Ginger, and he would handle travel arrangements from there.
Jennifer had some unexpected customs expenses that I covered for her, and I was about broke when I got off the amtrack train in Washington. Ginger gave me some first class tickets on the Crescent from Washington D.C. to Meridian MS that dad had gotten for me.. My folks weren't home when I got of the train in Meridian , so I grabbed a cab. I watched the meter, and had him stop while I still had enough for a good tip, grabbed my back pack, a 1910 era wooden and canvas antique, and walked the last two miles to the farm, arriving home at the lake house with out a penny. That was something else, eating the finest food, off of silver plates, with real sliverware, and linen napkins, with next to no cash in the wallet. It is possible I'd build that train for the hell of it.
Bill Nelson