One of my earliest memories is of sitting on my tricycle on a sidewalk while a train thundered past our home in Southern California. I was probably 3 or 4 at the time.
The enormous power of the train traveled through the concrete, up my tricycle, and into my butt. I was awestruck. Been in love with trains ever since.
Later, when I was a teenager, friends and I would sneak down to the rail yard and climb into empty boxcars. We would ride the train for 20 miles or so through the desert, jump off i...
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