She didn't block 'em and climb atop her car to curse at 'em... or chuck an ashtray at 'em? Or go berserk with a sledge hammer on their motorcycle??
And some still claim that people cannot be rehabilitated ! :D:D:D
Simple question: Were it submitted to referendum, would the locals have enough votes to change the form of government to a town meeting/ selectmen government?
Back to the OP: I don't see a lot of men being able to ride the rails in typical hobo mode during the war years, as the rail yards were often heavily patrolled by armed employees looking for saboteurs. I always had the impression that rail crews (aside from the railroad police/ "bulls")...
Dad was in the Ardennes in early '45 when the Battle of the Bulge had finally come to a halt. Got a letter from his older 4-F brother, telling Dad that he was making money hand over fist working overtime at a defense plant job and that he hoped that the war would go on forever. You can imagine...
Actually I was serving in weekend "bum court" in Chicago as appointed counsel through the 1980's. City loitering ordinance violations were always dismissed/ non-suited: the guys were locked up for the night, given a meal and a warm place to sleep, and then let go- usually after breakfast. They'd...
Childish in the extreme, if you want my unsolicited opinion. To realign not only your political and economic outlook, but essentially your entire world view by becoming the very thug which you've beheld and at whose hand you suffered, simply because you didn't get a favor, is the last thing that...
Interesting, in that Charles Coughlin was a Roman Catholic priest who wasn't born in the United States. Considering who exactly was the greatest target of the most violent and inflammatory manifestations of Nineteenth Century nativism (from Bill the Butcher Poole to Thomas Nast) it's a classic...
East of Michigan City it takes on a real interurban flavor: flying across the rural landscape on a single track main under wire, after trundling through the streets of Mich City streetcar- style. It was an awesome ride when they still had the old Pullman Company cars doing the work.
One of my great uncles lost his savings because they had his money tied up in Insull stock. I think that my grandmother felt that the guy had it coming: he tended to put on a few more airs than she tolerated. But he wasn't the only one: hundreds of thousands went broke when his stock collapsed...
The history of the electric interurban is a fascinating one. At one time- save for a gap of about 20 miles- it was possible to travel from New York to Chicago on the electric cars. Of course, the New York Central, Erie, Pennsylvania, and the Nickel Plate all offered through sleeper car service...
One of our dearest friends enrolled in the University of Vermont's Morgan Horse breeding and management program, and she said that she had the fondest memories of attending New England town meetings. She was impressed by the passion and sense of participatory citizenship that she witnessed: she...
Unpaved streetcar tracks in the streets. Occasionally you'll find a patch or two under an old railroad viaduct where paving over is next to impossible, but it's becoming rare.
Unless this gal was an unapologetic skinflint I doubt that she was making that kind of money, even adjusting for inflation from 26 years ago.
Amtrak.
Coach.
Flying wasn't all that more expensive, and if she was that flush with cash on the train I think that she'd have tried the old Amish...
I still ache when I think of my last 24 hours in a coach Amtrak trip. Wife and baby flew down to Texas to see the in-laws, and she thought that since I liked trains, I might like going by rail. She wouldn't pop for a roomette so I was stuck sitting up all night in a coach seat both ways...
My theory on that: the bigger world has deemed us as odd birds for enjoying such things as a classic suit, a bespoke hat, or a nice leather jacket. We become an "us" because so many have deemed us to be a "them." A little like your theatre kids singing the Hut Sut Song:* we can either hide it or...
My only gripe about the whole foodie mindset is the willingness to pay beaucoup bucks for tiny servings in huge plates. Presentation is a nice feature, but it doesn't come close to that sense of satisfaction after a truly gut- busting meal. Not EVERY meal: that's why it's a special occasion. But...
It was always the transportation mode of last resort. My best neighborhood childhood friend's dad was an exec for Greyhound, and even he (the kid) would prefer to be put on a train or a plane when sent out of state to visit his grandparents.
Riding the Dog was something I hated doing even in...
AKA, the Eight Pagers. Some were highly creative and, I would argue, not without redeeming artistic and satirical merit. I am certain that they were an influence for Robert Crumb, Jay Lynch, Bobby London, Gilbert Shelton, and a number of the other underground comix crowd who came later.
The sight of any cooked cereal does that to me. ANY of it. Oatmeal, cream of wheat, grits.. you name it. It's a reflex and I can't control it if someone eats it too close to me. And the "you don't know what you're missing" comments likewise arise when I express my distaste.
If your touristas...
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