We arrived at Northlandz 15 minutes before closing time. The front doors were locked.
We walked back to the parking lot, which still held a handful of cars. Someone must still be inside. Lenard suggested we wait by the exit, which had no outside handle. A dad opened the door for his son. We walked in.
Bruce Williams Zaccagnino began building the worlds’ largest model railroad 35 years ago.
He admonished us wearing a safari hat. We didn’t have enough time to experience what took an adulthood to create. But, if we could run, literally run, through the exhibit he’d give us a pass. We ran.
He called through the intercom, “Boys, where are you?” Lights dimmed as we passed each section. We reached the end.
Thanks, Bruce. We’ll be back.
