But then, at about 2:35, the cars and motorcycles started to roll in. What? No visitors on a beautiful, crisp, sunny Saturday at Afton Station? Good grief! I sat there all morning, accompanied by Tattoo Man part of the time, and occasionally hanging out with Marly, Phil, and Robin who were working on the new showroom in the back, and not a single visitor darkened the door of the Station - until 25 minutes before closing time! I thought we'd been abandoned, or that perhaps the whole town of Afton had been quarantined (not such a bad idea). and today, I honestly thought it was going to be never.
