John Carlson: ‘All Aboooooard!!!!!’
By: John Carlson— For Father’s Day, my wife bought me a train ticket. Consequently, shortly after nine o’clock in the morning last Saturday, Nancy and I arrived in the tiny town of Atlanta, Ind., where men in bright green safety vests were preparing the Nickel Plate Express for another run down Cicero way. Now, I must tell you this about the Nickel Plate Express. It doesn’t exactly rival The Orient Express for luxurious rail travel. On the other hand, the…
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