Wow, that's the type of thing that ought to be included in a book, really. I'm hoping that someone around here is writing one and will include juicy, esoteric details like that one.
Ed Lewis's book was great but it was also very dry and not at all in depth. With Lewis, you get the bare-bones facts:
In 1962 President Cartwright and the Board of Directors purchased a steam locomotive to pull passenger excursions, and then they bought another one.
I want a book that says:
In 1962 President R. I. Cartwright informed the Board of Directors that he had been shopping for a steam locomotive in order to begin excursions to supplement the railroad's freight business. He nearly came to blows with one of the directors, S. I. Shoemaker, who was livid at the prospect of the Arcade & Attica turning back the clock, thinking it would make the railroad look foolish to acquire steam locomotives in 1962.
Cartwright pulled the dissenting director aside (into the room that is today the gift shop), backhanded him across the mouth and threatened to ruin his reputation if he refused to lend his support.
"Do you remember that night I caught you riding the new conductor's caboose in the engine house?" Cartwright asked with a determined ferocity in his eyes, "Well, if I don't get your support, everyone on the board and your wife Lorna Mae are going to find out about it today!"
The Board finally came to unanimous agreement (seems Shoemaker wasn't the only director to ride the new conductor's caboose, that night) and Cartwright, engineer Emmett King and the new conductor all travelled to Boyne City to collect the B.C.R.R.'s 1920 Alco Consolidation No. 18.
King and Cartwright fired old number 18 up and put her in forward throttle. As they approached the grade crossing and a stopping school bus, King applied the brakes...to no avail! The brakes were out and the locomotive was on a collision course for a school bus loaded with children and nuns. As King laid on the whistle, the school bus finally pulled ahead, just in time to avoid catastrophe. Unfortunately, the Alfa Romeo in the opposite lane didn't fare as well.
"Somebody sabotaged our engine," declared King.
"Where's that damn conductor?" demanded Cartwright. But the conductor had vanished like a thief in the night, never to be seen or heard from again.
"Don't gimme that look, Bud. Just drink your beer. Now...how do we stop this damn thing?"