I got a warm reception from the folks at Amory in March of '63 when on my way from Ft. Leonard Wood to Ft. Rucker, AL. My wife (who was almost 8 months pregnant at the time) and I rode all over Amory while they did their switching. The fireman looked scared, like he thought she would explode from the bouncing around.
I visited again on my way home from the Army in Dec of '65 and we got the same treatment.
Right now, I'm beating my head against the desk trying to remember the name of the two brothers who each ran one of the engines. Getting old ain't for sissies!
They were neat little engines and had the true "Frisco" look to them.

That would be James and Frank Carlisle. They used to take turns as engineer, changing monthly. One ran the 76 and the other the 77. Whichever wasn't engineer was the conductor. A son of one of them, Buddy Carlisle, is the current GM, I believe.

During the summer of 2000, when I was general manager of the third incarnation at Gettysburg (Gettysburg Railway), a man and woman came into the office and asked if they could look over the 76, which was sitting in dead storage behind the shop. I walked out with them, and the woman explained that James and Frank Carlisle were her uncles. She showed me beads of weld on the tender apron where one of them had put her initials and a date in 1965.

Thank you, the Carlisle brothers it was! We stopped at the lumberyard before going to the enginehouse and got permission from the owner, whose name I also forgot.
Don't laugh, you'll be old too someday.