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Wells River, Vt.,
Thursday, Nov. 7, 1940.

Enjoyed the luxury of sleeping until 8:30 AM, had breakfast in the somewhat shoddy cafeteria of the Richmond and then repaired to Clarence McElroy's office at the electric enginehouse. It was good to see able, long geared, long faced bespectacled Mac again. We chewed the fat with Mac, Ernie and Amato, the soft spoken little storekeeper, all the morning relative to maintenance matters. Famed "Tommy", the enginehouse cat, nearly always asleep, was present, asleep on a desk as usual. One of Tommy's unusual traits is a complete willingness to be picked up by the tail and thus suspended in the air almost indefinitely. He also, refuses to eat inside the office - insists on eating outside the door. Dirty, lazy and friendly - he's a character. 

After lunch we boarded #110, Fred Bordeau, engineer, and rode her for some time. Fred, who christened Tarzan Jr., admitted he had not yet found a suitable name for #110 but promised the would. Fred, an intelligent, keen faced Frenchman, said he was much pleased with her - gladly waived a few minor complaints with the comment, "We'll get used to that." Pelletier, the Caterpillar man from Boston, another Frenchman, was on hand - talked French with Fred occasionally. In contrast to these two was Joe Lawler, stolid, fair complexioned, Yankee road foreman of engines. I was rather disturbed over the vibration of the locomotive but no one else seemed to care. The battery regulators seemed to be hurting too. But all in all, she was performing beautifully and all were pleased and complimentary. Our own man on the job was a young test man, Dick, from Lynn who was pretty damp behind the ears in spite of a scientific brow and a τßπ key. But perhaps he has possibilities.

Transcription Notes:
Not sure if "hurting" or "limiting." Limiting seems more logical for a regulator malfunction.