When I was a young girl the highlight of the summer was a trip to St. Paul to visit my dad's family. We usually went by train, which was an adventure in itself. It was thrilling to walk drunkenly down the aisle while the train swayed back and forth. To keep us quiet and contained, the folks bought us comic books when we went on trips. This was a special treat, since we didn't usually get them. The most fascinating area of the train was the rest room. The sanitation code was not yet in place so the toilet waste dropped directly onto the tracks. It was fascinating to peer into the hole and see the rails fly by. Then we'd finally arrive at the station and wait for my Uncle Ervin in the largest room I'd ever entered. Seeing a train still triggers nice memories but now, instead of families, the cars are filled with Chinese junk for Walmart!
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