A collision of geekish just waiting to happen.
My father, a physicist and model train, um, enthusiast, would be in metaphorical heaven. As things stand, however, he has gone to the real one. The Unitarian version. (They discuss great books, and, I believe, continue, from their high if uncomfortable, Danish-Modern perch, their work on Fair Housing.)
(Whatever drives your train.)
(Yes he had the hat. Wanna make something of it?)
(H2-O)
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