Wenever someone rides the drunk train there are always stories. It could be something they witnessed or about themselves. This lovely lady to the right had the ride of her dreams the Friday before Christmas. She and a friend were taking the 2:55 to Mineola but never made it. They awoke sometime around 4am in Hicksville! Had my aunt not called to check on her Ib would've slept right to the end of the line. I'm not how she got home, if someone picked her up or she took the train back. Needless to say she was dead tired when decorating Grandma's Christmas tree the following day. (the shot to the left is a very bad photo of Grandma's tree from years past. We did a much better job this year)
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