Back to the 1950s

My friend John and I were talking about how we wished the passenger trains of the 50s were still running. I would love a ride on the Santa Fe Super Chief.   So, he bought me a ticket.  A REAL ticket from the 50s.

Next time I am in Chicago or LA, I'll be waiting on the platform in my suit and fedora, smoking a cigar, tipping my hat, and saying "Morning, ma'am." Then I will get arrested for loitering, public smoking, and sexual harassment.

I miss the 50s.