The conductor stopped by my seat and advised me that we would soon be entering the Philadelphia rail yards where the baggage car would be added to another train. He would advise the engineer to have it opened so I could enter.
I thanked him and, gathering my flight bag, walked to the end of the car, stepping out onto the platform. When the train came to a stop, I stepped down and walked along the tracks until I reached the baggage car. I was met there by a brakeman who opened the car and allowed me entrance.
Soon I felt a jolt, and the car began moving on it’s own through the yard until it slowed and connected with another string of cars. I jumped down and waited until the brakeman had again secured the car door, assuring that my cargo would not be removed accidentally.
In a few hours, we…
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