Riding with ‘ghosts’ from Hagerstown to Altoona
It was time, after a long and gloomy hibernation in perhaps America’s foulest climate, to resume hitting the rails. From
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I expected to ‘fall and die’ after hopping the train from San Jose to Glendale (1991)
On Friday night at 11:43 p.m., I caught my 12th train out of San Jose for Los Angeles. It should be
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Every time I flexed my right arm, the triceps ached. Yep, the train I had just jumped had probably been
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