As is my habit, I was walking on the concrete path near the Bay off North Shore Drive NE, when I came upon a familiar looking green bench. The bench beckoned me to sit for a while, and as I sat in the shade of a large, old oak tree, I was reminded of the long-ago day when I had a chance meeting with an old man. It turned out he had, as a boy, witnessed the first train of the Orange Belt Railway chug into the budding village of St. Petersburg in 1888. Although the old man indicated he would like to meet with me again, it wasn’t meant to be. That encounter did, however, foster a lifelong interest in the history of St. Petersburg.