Derek’s team and I and another friend or two spend a fun day ripping the old caboose apart. Derek and his team spent the next week collecting the wood and ripping the rest off that car which, I hasten to add, was a lot better built than any of us expected.
Derek wanted to make the wood into picture frames. Today he brought some samples by. They’ll be sold in the Union Station gift shop and wherever else he can think of. Have to admit, they’re pretty spiffy.
Point is, a trashed and burned junkheap of a caboose that was mostly a motel for transients is being repurposed, bit by bit, as art.