Once again the old Hunter/Collector's truthism that you can pass a spot a hundred times and still miss the golden prize is exemplified here. I walk a section of the NS RR daily to get to and from work (or to buy beer on Saturdays, like today!). I've walked this section for 2+ years. Today I happened to look up above a culvert and there was a Hemingray-42 right in plain view, next to a pole stump. OK, not so exciting. But when I pulled it out, there next to it, buried in the mud was a green B 145. So here it is, amongst its brethren in my window display. A nice medium shade of pure green (in this pic you can see it against a typical late-era Brookfield medium aqua, left, and a dark emerald green, right) with a bit of steam-bubbly stuff going on around the base of the pinhole.