One of my earliest memories was going with my Dad to the "rail police" station to pick up my oldest brother. He and his friends, when they were in their early teens, would hop freight trains and "see where it would take them." They usually got off at wherever the train stopped next, but once they rode a train from near Philadelphia, all the way to Pittsburgh. I guess it was an express train....
Yes, that was many years ago. He eventually turned into a productive citizen....
Too bad the UP Police have to turn the crooks over to the LA County Prosecutors.
Sometimes I miss cops being able to hand out the occasional well deserved hickory shampoo.
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