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Train rides. In this picture, I’m four and with my two older brothers. My Dad worked for the Pennsylvania RR and always got double Pullman rooms for our annual trips to Florida. This one was called The Silver Meteor and we’re just outside of Fredericksburg, VA (My Dad was a stickler for posting such notes on the backs of all our photos). For a little kid, everything about trains was magical… eating like a grown up in the dining car, playing in the club car, meandering up and down the narrow hallways and being extra careful when traversing from one car to another. The views from the rooms were great and there still is nothing better than hitting the bed the porter just made up for you and being lolled to sleep with the gentle sway and the muffled “click clack” of the rails under you.Jan 31, 2012 07:38 by jdproductions