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== Dedication and Thanks ==

This work is dedicated to my father and mother. My father was a man of incredible insight and honor. My most lasting memory of him was the day he took me to the west bound track at the bottom of A Street to witness the first diesel to come through Brunswick. Actually, the train stayed on the main track, changed crews, and left for Cumberland. I remember that this was a very sad day for him. My father told me that the railroad would never be the same after this day. That was all he said and we walked home in silence as though we had been to a funeral. His insight allowed him to see that no more would an engineer be assigned his own engine or a conductor his own caboose. The Railroad would no longer belong to the workers and the pride of that investment would make railroading just another job. I thank him for helping me understand that I did not posses the qualities that would allow me to be dishonest and for the greatest gift of all, inherited dyslexia that allowed me to see my expanded world as he saw his. Although I did think the wooden rifle he made me was the greatest gift for a long time. I wish to convey my never-ending gratitude to my mother for providing a loving and caring environment for a difficult child to grow and for never giving up on me.

To my brother Bob, thanks for the independent and collaborative· help with the numerous old court documents.

To my sisters Jackie and Becky for always loving me even when it was hard to do.

To my loving wife, Carol- I am at a loss for words but thanks for allowing me to hang old maps and enlarged manuscripts on the wall for weeks on end. Most wives like wallpaper or paint. Thanks for putting up with piles of research in places that it should not be and forever helping me with all that hard stuff. Also, for telling me over and over where the Control-Alt-Delete keys are. I sure do love that lady.

David Homer McIntosh