I wanted to personally comment on 9's return after a few days of contemplation of Saturday's activities and after droo.... looking at all the great pictures.
First thing, I think all of us who are regulars at the museum or here on-line understand and appreciate the (choose your favorite ultimate complement) effort that occurs on a regular basis there in Sheepscot.
But most of all, as a practicing engineer for too many years, my admiration for the patience, knowledge, dedication and passion of Jason continues to grow. Acknowledging that he has had the good fortune of a cast of supporting characters who are amazing, the reality is that bringing this type of project to a successful fruition is not just technical skill and obsession, but requires the maturity, confidence, and ability to work with a range of people of all skill levels, and to manage budgets, competing priorities, and changing course when appropriate that one finds very rarely, even at the highest altitudes of corporate structures.
Personally, having visited Ramsdell farm in about 1965 with my high school sweetie (proof is in the archives!), it has not yet penetrated my jaded and gray old head that I was actually at the throttle of 9 in 2015. Fifty years. My kids and grand kids in the cab with me. I think that about sums it up for a lot of us.
What else can one say? From reading Moody's book over and over as a teenager, to adult with family and personal loss.... to Saturday. I never would have been able to imagine.
Thanks to Alice, Frank, Dale, Harry, Jason, the list goes on. I, WE, are lucky to be able to have this small pleasure in what sometimes isn't so pleasurable a life.
