It must have been about 1943, so I must have been about 6. My mother & I went from California to Vermont by train -- probably to look after our property. Civilians had to get special permission to take long train trips at that time. I remember us being the only civilians in a car full of uniformed soldiers. I let go a hard-boiled egg that my mother had peeled, and it rolled the length of the aisle. A ways to the east, perhaps at the same time, occurred the dreadful train trip (obSongs) in "The Second Front Song".

--- Joe Fineman    joe_f@verizon.net

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