Robert S. Butler posted:
Childhood memory - taking the UP from Sacramento, California to Council Bluffs, Iowa all by myself for a summer visit with my Grandmother. Sleeping in coach, feeling a gentle tap on my shoulder, waking and seeing the Pullman porter from the next car signaling quiet and gesturing that I follow. Getting to the vestibule between cars where the porter opened the top half of the door and feeling, smelling the salt air of the Great Salt Lake. Looking out across the moonlit water and finally having the porter tell me this is his favorite part of the trip. Nothing more was said. When we came to the end of the bypass, he closed the top door, indicated I better get back to my seat, and he, in turn, went back to his Pullman.
What a wonderful story.
