Harley, our old friend Fred didn't go down there either, and he's had way more spare time on his hands than me. Seriously though, the derailment happened at the beginning of Sean's first week back at UofI and the final week of Shannon being here at home before heading back to CSU, and the thought of taking a day off work to drive clear down there and walk some two miles from the park or a mile from the highway over hilly terrain in single-digit temps for a bunch of look-down shots of scrap metal being dragged out of a tunnel with not enough monetary reward to be expected from the mag world for such pictures just doesn't motivate me. Besides, I've been enjoying some unusually quiet nights here at home with the absence of trains on the SI. I'm sure I'll be losing a bit of sleep once UP gets the trains moving again.