Lowell Tuttle
I liked train trips.
One time, the train trip was from Dallas to Boston. Just mom with us three kids.
I remember wanting a drink from the water fountain at the end of the train car, jumping in the air, wondering why I didn't get closer to the fountain.
We had three berths, one for mom and sis, one for each my brother and I. We got to a holdover city for a few hours (Pittsburgh?) and when we got back on, one of our berths was occupied by a family of Eastern Europeans. There were about six of them. My brother and I shared thru New York.
In New York, we switched trains at Grand Central. It must have been 1964 or 65...because I remember buying a newstand paper which claimed an autopsy photo, center page, or Oswald. Sure enough, it was in there. My mom was horrified I bought it and confiscated it. But not before I was scarred for life.
Plane from Boston to Halifax was a jet, but a puddle jumper from Halifax to Charletown PEI was the scariest flight I was ever on...bumpin and dropping...shakkng side to side. It was a two propper.
Steve, trains have been invading landowners for almost 200 years. The complaints you mention are warranted...Not so sure I understand it being you who is complaining about taking away lands for progress or right of ways. Seems we do that all the time here in good old Texas.
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