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Boston, Mass.
Tuesday, Dec. 6, 1938.
Raining today cats and dogs but the fog is gone. Tom took off for Concord and White River Jct, at noon and Harrison and I covered Fitchburg and Nashua by Harrison's trusty Dodge coupe. Apparently Tom likes to be on the move and I am more than happy to make headquarters here in Boston. We found an old boy at Fitchberg, Mr. McCardy, the trainmaster, who was very pleasant and gave us dope to make a strong argument for a 600HP switcher there in spite of joint operation with the New Haven, since the New Haven business is only about 15% of the work. Also the diesel would eliminate the use of stretcher cars at some spots and facilitate operations over city street crossings. So that was very profitable. Had lunch there in a small hotel and thanked heaven we weren't travelling salesmen, forced to jump from one place like that to another. 

From there, we proceeded up through a wild desolate country on our way to Nashua where we finally located Mr. Fagan, the yardmaster, after treks through yards; up tracks, down alleys, etc. etc. We nailed him finally in the station and had an interview right there standing in the waiting room. Mr. Fagan was a weather-beaten Irishman in rough clothes but he gave us everything we asked for and very pleasantly. We haven't hit a tough customer yet, Mr. McCardy at Fitchberg said the yardmaster there didn't