To Sleep... At The LeWitt Bog!

I’ve been neglecting writing for far too long. Far too much bottling up in the process. Bad and good.


What brings me here today?

Well, we must take a trip back to 2009… .and much much farther into the past.

It is the LeWitt Bog. The model railroading version of the LeWitt Bog, that is.

I actually sat down here to write on the subject, forgetting that I ever even wrote about it in the past! Apparently I did back in 2009. I tried to search for any information about the project, and ended up with a link to my original post on Darkgarden! That gave me quite a laugh. What led me to today’s writing was coming across “Trains & Locomotives” on RFDTV (DISH channel 231). I was feeling nostalgic and thinking of days and mistakes gone by, and came across a familiar wish of wanting to experience the quiet solitude and comfort of model railroading once again. Evidently I felt similarly in 2009, and recall a brief attempt at getting back into the hobby – hence the article I wrote I imagine. … Didn’t work out though. … Also another familiar conclusion to many a dreamt up plan.

This makes my mind wander to other thoughts…

Dreaming is ok. Pipe dreaming is dangerous business. Genius lies in navigating the line in between and prospering in reality. Successfully doing so without harming anything in your path is the stuff of saints. Walking that line is folly for the majority.

So we’re talking about the LeWitt Bog here. The LeWitt Bog; a (to most) simple basement, model railroading endeavor that engrained a memory both haunting and harmful in its wake. All it was about was a simple comforting project that involved a little dreaming, and the bond between a father and his boy. A little project that meant a mountain to one, and went completely unobserved by another.

The boy was just tryin’ to make himself a model to impress his father.

So in tuning into “Trains & Locomotives” my mind wandered back to that basement.

It wasn’t gloomy and pathetic back then. It has only grown so when looking back upon it now.

There is a comfort in model railroading, and I guess this is true with most hobbies. We all have our own reasons for doing them. …Ben makes kites. “Johnboy’s gonna read her a book.”

I think a trip to Roadside America is in order soon, and if it wasn’t for the need to spend a small fortune on my driveway, I’d probably visit it one day this week. I checked the locations website and it still seems to be open!

I think I still hope one day to be able to model railroad again. Like Needful Things, I have that hunger for nostalgia and creativity that many of us harbor inside.

I wonder if this is why my brother wants to drive trains and buses, and why my sister loses herself in old movies and old tangible items… (also sort of like my brother… who hordes a multitude of nostalgic items all around him for daily use… They’re on display every day at his place on the mountain!).

This hodge-podge of a writing really hasn’t went anywhere, but I’ll probably publish it anyway, as I’m way overdo.

Some interesting updates:

Some may recall this goofy festival that took place in/around Toms Brook, VA a year or so ago… Someone actually found my post on that event (which didn’t exactly commemorate it in a good light!) and was inquiring about it!

The great Titty Lady of Hank Toms Brook remains Darkgardens most visited topic!

There is no evidence to this date that I have found regarding a LeWitt Bog.


…Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep,

To sleep, perchance to Dream…


…Now piss off!