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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It was time, after a long and gloomy hibernation in perhaps America’s foulest climate, to resume hitting the rails. From
Read moreOn a Friday, I quit my job. The following Tuesday, I was in Weed, looking for a freight. Maybe I
Read moreBrowning once wrote: “Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp / Or what’s a heaven for?” He understood,
Read moreWe all need secret lives. I had to flee again, back into the wilderness aboard a freight. They say the
Read moreOn Friday night, August 2, 1991, I rode Tri-Met bus #17 to the Southern Pacific yard adjoining the Eastmoreland golf
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