Everything pretty correct, except the missing columns a black smoke and the fake clear atmosphere...
Nevertheless, I love it... Takes me back to the days, between 1940 & 1943, when our neighborhood guys (ages 7-11) used to hop the slow-moving Boston & Maine coal trains and ride them for about 7-miles before they got to where they could pick up speed...
Then we’d hike back along the tracks for about 3-miles picking up coal for our houses... In those dark days (after Dec 1941) of no money, rationing, air raids, and Western Union constantly delivering the announcements to most of the neighborhood families about their men dying or missing, not too many adults hassled us about riding coal trains..
That,my friend is a story that should be told!