George Harris
Engineer
How about waking up in your berth on the Crescent with wife in state of undress realizing the thing that waked you up was the headlights of a car shining in your window because the train has stopped with you lined up with them perfectly at a road crossing. The curtains were open because we had gone to sleep looking out with the full moon shining beautifully on the hills of North Carolina. This was in Southern Railway days.
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